feminism
At its core, feminism is the simple conviction that women are equal to men in every regard, and should be treated as such.
Do not forget the women who rebelled
On 16 September 2022, a 22-year-old Kurdish-Iranian woman, Jina Mahsa Amini, died in the custody of Iran's morality police after being arrested for allegedly violating the country's compulsory hijab regulations. Her death sparked demonstrations that would spread throughout Iran, bringing thousands of women and men onto the streets to challenge a political system that has governed their lives for nearly half a century.
By Sergios Saropoulosabout 6 hours ago in Viva
The Nights are the Hardest.
When the rest of the world goes to sleep, the quietest hours carry the heaviest noise. The hardest part of the solar cycle is not the physical grinding of the daylight or the endless execution of the earthly routines that keep a home turning and children living. It is the exact, unyielding moment when the rest of the world safely slips beneath the horizon of consciousness,the house falls utterly silent, and everyone else surrenders to the quiet. When the lights go out, the bedroom ceases to be an earthly sanctuary and becomes a cosmic crossroads. Insomnia is not merely a lack of sleep; it is a compulsory guard shift, an initiation into a forced vigil where you are left entirely exposed to the vast, cold vacuum of the night, and everyone you want to be around is asleep knowing nothing of your existence.
By Syl De'Vil8 days ago in Viva
The Weight of Past Silence
Submission Overview This prose piece explores the emotional architecture of a profoundly transparent, non-physical friendship built on the ruins of a past romance. It confronts the complex transition from a physical history to a sacred platonic bond, the protective instinct to keep the relationship safe at all costs, and the lingering guilt of a four-year withdrawal driven by a toxic ex's jealousy before a raw reunion sparked by uncovered secrets.
By Syl De'Vil9 days ago in Viva
THE LIGHT DOES NOT NEED YOU TO BECOME THE DARK
Before the first name was spoken, before the first temple raised its stone throat toward the stars, there was the Great Mystery: the beginning and the ending, the womb and the tomb, the hand that plants and the hand that prunes.
By THE HONED CRONE10 days ago in Viva
THE ANGER IS THE AWAKENING
Everyone is pissed off right now. We are watching rape, exploitation, misogyny, corruption, incompetence, institutional failure, political theatre, and systemic abuse play out before us. We watch victims beg for justice while institutions shuffle paperwork, pass responsibility, raise prices, cut services, and tell people to wait. We watch cruelty become entertainment and outrage become a commodity.
By THE HONED CRONE20 days ago in Viva
Notes from the Mind Palace
Living with fibromyalgia and dysautonomia means inhabiting a body where the internal thermostat, the alarm system, and the volume dials are completely broken. The nervous system isn't just misfiring; it is shouting constantly. The chronic, widespread pain of fibromyalgia feels like an uninvited current humming beneath your skin, while dysautonomia leaves your autonomic functions—your heart rate, blood pressure, and temperature regulation—scrambled and unpredictable.
By Syl De'Vil20 days ago in Viva
Notes from the Mind Palace
There is a distinct kind of exhaustion that comes from living inside a fortress of your own making. In the architectural layout of the mind palace, the walls are thick, reinforced by years of survival, hyper-vigilance, and an ironclad rule: protection above all else. But when you sit alone in the center of that fortress, the quiet reveals a heavy, frustrating paradox. You can want human connection, safety, and love more than anything else in the world, while simultaneously feeling your entire nervous system lock down at the mere prospect of being perceived or touched.
By Syl De'Vil20 days ago in Viva
Notes from the Mind Palace
The house is dead silent, but inside my ribcage, the engine is still throwing heavy sparks. Everyone else gets to slip away into the dark, trading the weight of the day for soft edges, slow breathing, and effortless drift. For them, midnight is a curtain that drops cleanly, bringing an end to the noise. But for me, the dark isn't a relief—it’s a mirror. It is a wide-open canvas where the shadows start to take shape if I sit still for too long, a quiet room where the past likes to pull up a chair and wait.
By Syl De'Vil22 days ago in Viva
Cosmic Displacement
Beneath the silent canopy of the trees and the cold light of the stars, a lifelong outsider finds her true reflection. There is a heavy, ancient silence that only exists deep beneath the tree canopy after midnight. Out here, away from the synthetic hum of the house, the endless logistics of a large family, and the relentless demands of the daylight world, the air completely changes. I step out into the cold grass, pull my star-covered robe tight against the chill, and look up through the dark, jagged silhouettes of the branches.
By Syl De'Vil22 days ago in Viva
The Armor of the Metalhead Matriarch
Out here in the predictable daylight of the suburbs, a forty-five-year-old mother of seven stands out. People notice the sheer scale of a massive family and automatically file you away into a neat, conventional box. They assume your identity has been entirely swallowed by the endless cycle of groceries, laundry, and schedules. They think the story ends there.
By Syl De'Vil22 days ago in Viva
Rearranging the Broken Furniture Inside My Head
I often find myself thinking about what it means to simply not be here—not in this era, not in this body, not in this heavy, suffocating space. There is a persistent, quiet displacement in my chest, an exhausting sense that I was dropped into the world entirely out of sync, born either way too early or far too late. I exist permanently on the periphery. I don’t fit into the conventional puzzles of society, and I don’t fit within the familiar walls of my own family. When you are an outsider in your own home, alienation becomes your default baseline.
By Syl De'Vil23 days ago in Viva
