I’m a feminist with a vagina. I present her explicitly to oppose implicit sexism.
I draw myself and other women, fantasies were not supposed have frustrations in a bowl of pink. I ask myself a lot of questions and sometimes I dream. Does society “allow” us to enjoy wearing nothing but a dog leash and being subordinate? Are our fantasies censored? To what extend are women themselves responsible for sexism?
Sometimes I dream of being a Disney princess – preferably Ariel.