Megan Butcher

Megan is a librarian, sex educator and writer. The author of three chapbooks, most recently Here, There, Home, as well as co-author of a zine entitled A Guide to the Mannerly Wooing and Winning of the Object of Your Affection, her work has also appeared in Herizons, Capital Xtra, Ottawa Xpress, and SMUT Magazine.

Blog entries

Go See

Sometimes, a writer’s non-writing life gets crazy enough that writing becomes only a wish showing up in fervent dreams. The past couple months have been like that for me, with some big shifts on the job and love landscapes. All either for the best (former) or just plain good (latter); however, they’ve kept my mind-hamster rattling other wheels than this one.

Fuck You Very Kindly

After I've prattled away in front of a group of Erotic Talk workshop goers, throwing around terms like "cock" and "cunt" with abandon, I always see at least a few eyebrows raised when I say that I used to be incredibly shy about sex talk, especially the saucy kind you might do with a lover.

POWER For Change

There were a few months there when I was a graduate student that I scrabbled through 2, 3, 4, 5 really part-time jobs. I'd just moved from Toronto to Halifax, and was horrified by the minimum wage in Nova Scotia - my hourly wage was cut nearly in half just by moving a few provinces over.

Well Prepared

Maybe you're the kind of person who can just enjoy nice things. If you are, more praise to you. Hey, who knows, maybe I envy you a little bit, even as I worry that you won't be quite as well prepared as you could have been for the End Times.

But enough about you.

By Way of Introduction: My Identity and My Uterus, Part 3: Coming Back

That? That? That wee bloody coil nearly lost in the mess of stainless steel and surgical green?

That small thing had made me feel for 10 weeks like I was crazy.

Had given me a 70 day period with some of the worst cramps I've ever had. Had given me constant and terrible PMS, to the point where I either wanted to cry or throw something 90% of the time.

By Way of Introduction: My Identity and My Uterus, Part 2 : My Uterus

It was a very angry uterus for many weeks. For 10 weeks, in fact. Angry with a full body rage I couldn't shake.

See, on August 5th, instead of cancelling the appointment to get an IUD like my uterus was telling me I should, I walked into the office, hoiked my legs into the always too short stirrups, and asked the doctor would she kindly shove a Nova T into my womb.

By Way of Introduction: My Identity and My Uterus, Part 1

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