Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Maclin knew this day would come. As far back as their stories could be traced, this had been the way of things. When a cub reached puberty, they left their mother’s protection and went far into the woods towards the sea. Staying away until they had completed their entire first cycle—alone. It was required. As… Continue reading Transformation
Looky there! Do ya think someone’s sleeping in that wigwam thing? It’s not a wigwam. It’s a tipi. Tee Pee. Wig Wam. Pig Sty. Whatever. Don’t whatever me. They’re not the same thing. Wigwams are curved. And they’re hard to move. Who cares! I do! People are too casual with facts these days. There’s no… Continue reading The Tipi
