November 1, 2015

Veganism, Eggs, and Cults (Let Them Eat Meat guest post)

Today’s my veganniversary, and I’m eating an egg right now.

Vegans expend remarkable amounts of energy arguing that veganism is physically healthy. But is it psychologically healthy?

My latest article is on Let Them Eat Meat; please check it out here

October 20, 2015

"Disability is not our only identity" - Alicen Grey interviews Becky Olaniyi

Disability is not our only identity: An interview with Becky Olaniyi

"Sexism and ableism are consistently in conflict, as ableism portrays people with disabilities as asexual beings who are childlike and totally undesirable, whilst sexism relies on the consistent hypersexualisation of women. These two schools of thought that contribute to the oppression of disabled women are at odds with one another, but their shared characteristic is that they both demean those who are perceived as less capable."

For the upcoming Feminism In London conference, I spoke with Becky Olaniyi about disability, 
feminism, and the challenges and lessons of being an activist at the intersection of identities. 

Check out the full interview over at Feminist Current!

October 13, 2015

The Fifth Column interviews Alicen Grey

Interview with Radical Feminist Alicen Grey

Radical feminism is about exposing, understanding and challenging male supremacy. The ultimate goal is to liberate women from patriarchy, not to equalize us with males. There is an important distinction that needs to be made here. Male power does not come out of nowhere. It is an institutional force, manufactured through an intricate self-feeding web of domination/subjugation-based relations, and maintained with weapons such as war, poverty, and what Andrea Dworkin called “sexual terrorism.” Women should not want equality to this degree of violence. We should want liberation from it.

 Read the full interview at The Fifth Column here

September 28, 2015

Alicen Grey on "Pedophile Culture" (Feminist Current)

Hello lovelings! I am quite pleased to announce that my latest article is live on Feminist Current, a publication I deeply respect.
[UPDATE: This article is now available to read two other languages! See below.]

I often catch men in public checking me out with eyes full of lust, until they see the hair on my legs -- at which point, they resort to a theatrical display of disgust. I’ve eavesdropped on groups of college-age guys talking about how they won’t perform oral sex on a woman if her labia are too prominent. One man who had been pursuing sex with me for three years, suddenly changed his mind when I revealed that I do not, and will not, shave off my pubic hair. 
In other words, many men stop being attracted to me when reminded that I am a woman, and not a young girl.
Surely all of these men, who have a “preference” for the aforementioned qualities in women, aren’t pedophiles by the strict definition of the word. But it seems that a high number of men, likely as a result of deep cultural conditioning, find many of the same things attractive in a woman that a pedophile would find attractive in a girlchild. Small labia, tight vaginas, intact hymens, baby-soft skin, hairless limbs and vulvas, eternal youthfulness, tiny frail bodies…..

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September 23, 2015

Here I am, Girl in your aftermath.

[trigger warning: suicide]

Here I am, Girl in your aftermath
who can't look at trains
when they pull into the station.
I live in New York City.
I have to take the train twice a day.
It's been 365 days since you jumped in front of one.
You do the math.

Here I am, Girl who can't stop writing about you
though there's nothing new to say, really.
This is evidenced by the fact that 
I wrote 10 drafts of this poem 
and deleted all of them.

11, now.

Here I am, Girl in your aftermath,
with that money
still set aside in my bank account
to buy your train ticket here
-- you know, the train ticket I said
I'd buy for you
if you manged to hang on another month.

There's probably something ironic about that
whole train thing,
but whatever,
I'm too tired to figure it out.

There goes the 12th draft.
Why do I even

There you were, Boy,
ticking death bomb that left
as far as the heart can see;
there you were, the
love of my life and
the pain I will carry until my own end comes;
there you were, tip-toe-ing on the Amtrak platform,
looking down the track,
watching the train intensely as it came into the station, 
watching the train the way I can't watch the train
thanks to you;
there you were,
thinking no one
would notice you

How dare you
such a thing.
How fucking dare you.

I'm starting to understand what they mean
when they say it's normal to be angry
at people who commit suicide.
Sometimes I might even
hate you.

Here I am, Girl in your aftermath
on the thirteenth draft of a poem
that says pretty much the same thing
that the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth, eleventh and twelfth
drafts did,
and just like all the other drafts,
this one doesn't have an ending,
this one goes on
kind of awkwardly
kind of desperately
and very painfully,
like the way you made us do
after you.