What Taylor Swift Songs Taught Me About Love That Purity Culture Didn’t

Taylor Swift knows a lot about love. She has been writing songs about it and her experiences for some years now! That said, I wouldn't call her...

5 Things Purity Culture Didn’t Teach Me About Men

Growing up, I had some weird ideas about men. These ideas stemmed from the purity culture that I was surrounded by, which simultaneously idolized and outlawed anything...

How Purity Culture Reinforces Rape Culture through Victim Blaming

Content warning for description of rape. I grew up in purity culture, which, sadly, is not altogether separate from rape culture. I have previously spoken of my experience,...
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