A Journal from the Fourth Wave Toward Revolution

The PanWomanist is a publication of FURIE (Feminist Uprising to Resist Inequality and Exploitation). 

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Crash The Party!  Crash the DNC!

This latest election cycle has made it clearer than ever that we need to take action against this endless "Lesser of Two Evils" bullshit and create something of our own.  Just as The PanWomanist grew out of the need to create our own radical writing, we are refusing to accept what has been forced upon us politically, and instead are building our own movement!  

We are the growing collective of dissidents, oppressed, revolutionaries, rebels, Bernie supporters, and leftists who are Crashing the Democratic Party in the 2020 election! We’re done cowering in defense against the centrist, corporate Democratic Party, we reject #JimCrowJoeBiden, and we are leaving to build the Peoples’ Power that we must build now! 

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The PanWomanist Easter Edition 2019

Featured Articles: The Olokun & Part of the Team

June 23, 2018

Though I consider myself bisexual or pansexual, it's been a long time since I’ve been with a man. I naturally gravitate more toward women and genderqueer people for many reasons. One of the simplest reasons is weariness of the bullshit of men, especially white men. While I still occasionally find myself physically attracted to men, I haven’t had interest in dating or being in any sort of relationship with a man for awhile. And as I explored the kink world, it had thus far only been with women, an explicit choice on my part.

So, I was initially torn when approached by a radical political organizer and fellow martial arts student with the possibility of growing my dominance by participating in a se...

November 5, 2017

In 2005, in the big-city-for-Indiana that is Indianapolis, I decided, at the ripe age of 12, that I'd had enough of this bullshit, and was gonna go see Jesus.

Twelve-year olds are weird.  All of them.  If you’re twelve, you’re weird.  It’s just a fact.  It’s not a bad weird, but puberty and society have joined forces to make that age part of an awkward spectrum of years that very few look back on without laughing at some parts, and cringing at others.  I was definitely weird when I was twelve, for many of the usual reasons, and for other reasons that have followed me into adulthood.  One of these “other reasons” was my conservative Christian upbringing.  From church at least once a week to ten ye...

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