Let’s get one thing straight: this is not a women’s mag. This house is run by queers, many of whom have clits, a few who call their clits cocks and some who don’t even have clits at all.
We automatically find + replace every instance of the word “literally” with “clitorally” because we think it’s pretty fucking punny. And we hope you do too. Clitorally.
So when we say clitorally anatomy has no bearing on gender in this space, we expect you to know what that means.
Clitorally Acclaimed is a collective of East Van queers, feminists and sex-positive creatives. This is a growing collection of personal essays, art and perspectives of various communities.
Nothing is simple. When it comes to intersections of experience, we’re going to differ. As a group, we welcome that respectful clash.
What’s Your Queef?
Want to see your art, essay or rant on Clitorally Acclaimed? Send your best to firstname.lastname@example.org and we might just publish it!
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