Laurie Stone (@lauriestone) I love this video a bunch of artists made together on a snowy day st Yaddo 2010. https://vimeo.com/9753198?turnstile=0.TDVRlYUjGzgHn-8wRJ1Q7u1u9IByz1ysBY193zcGT1XZIAjrWsPiq5O36UjU6QREOPWYaCYYv-Nx5NaR...

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Feminist Stacks Roundup - February 3, 2026 Your weekly guide to feminist Substacks.

Feminist Stacks Roundup - February 3, 2026
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You want your audience to love a woman? Make sure she sacrifices her interests and the interests of women in general. Make sure she hobbles herself and collapses emotionally so that women are affirmed as essentially damaged. That's the reason for Kate Whyler.

THE PASS AND THE HISTORY OF NOW.

He doesn't mean what he's saying. You don't understand him. He comes from a different time.

He means exactly what he's saying. I understand him perfectly. He controls my world. He has always controlled my world. And yours.

Everyone is already steeped in the Fascist playbook. Step by step and value by value. It's every religion's view of women applied to everyone else.

What would it sound like if a woman didn’t give a shit about what anyone thought of her and just went about the business of not trying to impress or win anyone to her side?

A sweet message I found today in "notes from subscribers."

NEW STACK: A MOMENT FOR NOT DEATH
The other night, I was awakened in the middle of sleep. A hot rash had bloomed on my arms and was snaking around other parts of my body. I turned on the light in the bathroom. It was a moment from The Exorcist. lauriestone.substack.com/p/a-moment-of-not-death

There is no man on the planet who hates women I will ever give two fucks about. I won't kill you, but you can go die.

Is my flow strong? Tales from diabetic testing.

Is my flow strong?
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A List of Lists Times I stuck it out with people who were crazy because I found them glamorous.

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No one was tricked. They knew what they were voting for and want it.

where you have always lived. There is time to note the rate it takes blood to flow from the site of entry to the floor and to observe how quickly it pools. The speed with which blood is only too happy to leave your body gets you up searching for a belt.

What happens when you watch a lot of streaming shows about spies and snipers.

The bullet hit my thigh midway between the hip and knee. There was time to be glad it hadn’t hit a vital organ. When you are shot, time opens up like a corridor in those dreams about discovering extra rooms in the house

Laurie Stone on Substack Bathroom video number 1

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The information I am seeking to avoid is generally stapled to every tree like a sign for a missing dog.

If you are researching examples of the fitness of men to run things, look no further than our present government.

There’s a vibe in the air of this park that doesn’t change much from generation to generation.
Before I stood up, I said to Richard, “I have an idea,” and off I went to offer cookies to the people on benches in the sun.

the life I am going to live is beginning. I can feel it. I can see myself shooting the movie with a hand held camera. Last Tuesday, with Richard, there’s a jazz band playing near us, and they’re good. The trumpeter sounds a bit like Miles.

You could see they were having sex with each other and plunging into fits of jealousy. You could see why we wait until almost there is no air.
I remembered lying in the grass here with Bruce. I’m seventeen, and we’d started having sex, and the park is sex, and my life is about to begin,

One day in Washington Square Park, I came upon a troupe of acrobats performing on the paths. They were ragged and very beautiful in their juggling and feats of balance. They were indifferent to onlookers, who watched them with awe, the crowds expanding.

This place isn't for me . . . just posting billboards. Probably useless. xxL

New stack post. Still warm from the oven.

It’s snowing, and my mistakes are beautiful, no two alike. When I was a kid they called it snow, the nothing on TV that vibrated. I was talking with a friend who is 53, and I realized that when I was 53 I would not have allowed myself to imagine the mind of a person who was 78.

The Electron That Softened Her View on Marriage Laurie Stone, a feminist and writer, has always believed that the institution of marriage “has not been a good thing for women.” Then she met Richard Toon.

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