It's Not Easy Being This Fly...

Virginia Woolf said it best:

Across the broad continent of a woman's life falls the shadow of a sword. On one side, all is correct, definite, orderly; the paths are straight, the trees regular, the sun shaded; escorted by gentlemen, protected by policemen, wedded and buried by clergymen, she has only to walk demurely from cradle to grave and no one will touch a hair of her head. But on the other side, all is confusion. Nothing follows a regular course. The paths wind between bogs and precipices; the trees roar and rock and fall in ruin.

The women you'll meet here are roar and rock and fall girls. We're the lovely, loving women you love to love, you love to hate, you love to fuck and bleed and leave. We're the women with the stuff you want to take. We're the women who want to give. We're her kind of women, the women who rise. We're the fall girls, the falling and fallen. We're smart and funny and loud and fun. We curse and we curse you. You're cursed by us.

You may leave.

You won't forget.