fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about women's health issues, sexism, gender roles, and the female experience.
Notes from the Mind Palace.
There’s a special kind of stupid that happens when your brain decides someone is the sun. Not because they are the sun, but because your neurons have staged a coup and declared, “This person? Yeah, we’re gonna obsess over them like a skunk who found an un‑locked trash can.”
By Syl De'Vilabout a month ago in Viva
Notes from the Mind Palace.
There’s a point where you stop pretending that certain people are good for your nervous system. You stop giving them the benefit of the doubt. You stop waiting for them to show up differently. You stop handing out access like it costs you nothing. Today was that point.
By Syl De'Vil2 months ago in Viva
Notes from the Mind Palace.
And then there’s Justin — the quiet, absurd, infuriating, hilarious, unexpectedly reliable force in my life. He laughs at the most ridiculous things. He can piss me off in five seconds flat and have me laughing ten seconds later. He’s wonderful with our daughter, and he’s good with the boys too — even taking one of them overnight sometimes on his last night with Cyndle before he brings her home.
By Syl De'Vil2 months ago in Viva
The Day the Router Died
The glowing blue light of the living room router did not just blink out; it felt as though it took the literal oxygen from the room with it. For Marcus, the silence that followed was immediate and deafening. His thumb instinctively scrolled against a completely dark smartphone screen, frozen mid-swipe on a social media feed that would no longer refresh. Across the room, his teenage daughter, Maya, stared blankly at her tablet as her high-definition video feed froze into an ugly, pixelated mosaic of unmoving colors. In the kitchen, his wife, Sarah, paused mid-recipe, her smart-screen refrigerator suddenly refusing to display the next culinary step. The smart home had gone completely dumb in a matter of seconds, and the family was left stranded in the quiet aftermath.
By Asghar ali awan5 months ago in Viva
She Who is Relaxed, is Free.
“Growing up, I never knew a relaxed woman. Successful women? Yes. Productive women? Plenty. Anxious and afraid and apologetic women? Heaps of them. But relaxed women? At-ease women? Women who don't dissect their days into half hour slots of productivity? Women who prioritize rest, pleasure, and play? Women who aren't afraid to take up space in the world? Women who give themselves unconditional permission to relax? Without guilt? Without apology? Without feeling like they need to earn it? I'm not sure I've ever met a woman like that. But I would like to become one.”
By Alys Revna6 months ago in Viva
The Street Artist
How One Woman Uses Art to Make the Homeless Visible THE CHALK OUTLINE OF FORGOTTEN LIVES 🖍️ Maria Alvarez does not sell her art in galleries or display it in museums because her canvas is the sidewalk and her subjects are the homeless people who sleep on those sidewalks and who are walked past by thousands of commuters daily without being acknowledged or even consciously perceived, and Maria's art involves creating life-size chalk portraits around the actual sleeping positions of homeless individuals during the early morning hours before they wake, so that when morning commuters arrive they see vivid colorful artistic representations of human beings in the exact spots where they would normally see nothing because they have trained themselves to look through homeless people as though they were part of the urban landscape rather than human beings deserving of acknowledgment 🌆
By The Curious Writer7 months ago in Viva
The Erosion of Toxic People: How I Learned to Say “No” Without Guilt
In geology, erosion is not an act of aggression; it is an act of purification. It is a quiet but unstoppable force of nature that slowly, drop by drop, washes away the soft, unstable, and barren layers of earth so that ultimately, only the bedrock remains—the rock that is solid, structured, and can withstand eternity. For years, as a mineralogy engineer, I observed this process in nature, not realizing that my own soul was buried under layers of “bad earth.” I allowed my living space to be a landfill for other people’s dramas, failures, and energetic hunger, until my own terrain began to collapse under the weight of others.
By Magma Star 8 months ago in Viva
You are NOT a "Conservative Feminist," You are a Radical Conservative.
I am brutally honest with my opinion, and many people hate me for it. I am unapologetic when people who claim to be "Conservative Feminists" are offended when I say: "Conservatism and Feminism directly contradict each other; conservative feminism does not exist. You're not a feminist, you're a Radical Conservative." It's at that point civility dissolves from the other party, and they start calling me names or defending themselves instead of saying, "Excuse me? Explain yourself."
By Hope Martin9 months ago in Viva
