There’s a reason joy feels dangerous. Because it is—to the systems that rely on fear, burnout, and control.

Joy builds connection. Confidence. Capacity. It’s hard to dominate people who feel alive and connected to each other.

It’s late. You’re scrolling. And suddenly you’re typing into a search bar:
“What does it mean if I fantasize about…”

You pause before hitting enter — not because you’re curious, but because you’re worried. About what it says about you. About your values. About whether desire is secretly a moral test you’re failing.

Here’s the truth we’re rarely taught: fantasies are not confessions. They’re not predictions. And they’re not evidence of who you are as a person.

We've all been there. One minute, you're swept off your feet by someone who seems to hang the moon just for you. The next, you're left picking up the pieces of your heart, wondering if you imagined it all. Intense interest → confusion → silence. 

Welcome to the emotional whiplash that is modern dating.

This post is your go-to guide for clear, stigma-free information on self-managed abortion. We're diving into terminology, trusted resources, what the process entails, and other considerations as you choose the path that is right for you. 

Before we dive in, self-managed abortions (SMAs) are common and essential healthcare.

Picture this: it’s Monday morning, and you’re already on your third sick day this month. Your boss is skeptical. Your inbox is piling up. You’re curled up in bed, clutching your abdomen, while a doctor waves off your pain as “just normal cramps.”

Welcome to the world of “invisible” conditions — chronic, very real, and routinely minimized by the systems meant to provide care.

Let’s get one thing straight: getting an STI doesn’t mean you’re reckless, dirty, or broken. It means you’re a person with a body—and that body had sex. Cool.

You didn’t say no, but you didn’t really want it either. Sound familiar?

Consent is often talked about in extremes: yes or no. Stop or go. Green light or red flag.

If you’ve ever flinched at the word “vagina,” felt weird saying it out loud, or avoided looking at your own genitals—this post is for you.

They taught you how to put a condom on a banana, but not how to say no, how to say yes, or how to recognize when your ‘no’ is being ignored.

Gush is your no-BS guide to sex, health, and relationships, created by the team at All the R.A.G.E.. It’s a place where you can finally ask all the things — the tender, the taboo, the “is this normal?”, the “I never learned this,” the “I’m not sure if I should even ask.”

You know the feeling: going along with something you didn’t really want. Nodding, smiling, moaning—all out of habit. Or pressure. Or just not knowing what else to do.

Ever feel like chasing beauty is a second job you never signed up for—but still clock into daily? You’re not imagining it. Gen Z femmes are being told to “love your body” while being served a thousand filtered reasons not to. And while we’re counting calories, comparing angles, and editing stretch marks, guess what we’re not doing? Writing poems. Starting businesses. Living our damn lives.

Ever feel like the world screams “freedom” but side-eyes you for talking about sex? Same. Gen Z is caught in a weird cultural whiplash: hyper-visible online, but still punished for showing up as sexually autonomous IRL. It’s not just exhausting—it’s dangerous.

In a world where femmes are still fighting for the right to feel safe in our own bodies, knowing how to show up for a survivor isn’t optional—it’s mandatory.

For women our emotional compass is under constant sabotage by gaslighting, stereotypes, and a culture that still fears female anger. Learning to name your feelings isn’t just emotional hygiene—it’s a radical act of taking your narrative back.

When’s the last time someone told you your pleasure matters? Probably never.

Ever feel so angry you could scream… but instead, you get a migraine? A stomachache? You lose your voice or wake up feeling like you got hit by something invisible?

Ever felt like your birth control failed you and sent you into a panic spiral? You’re not alone, and more importantly, you’re not powerless.

Your body is nobody's battleground. But damn if they don't try to make it one. In a world rife with unsolicited opinions, women are always navigating an intricate maze of misogyny. 

We were supposed to sit in class, listen to a coach mumble through a slideshow about abstinence, and leave confused. Maybe ashamed. Definitely unprepared.