Janne Robinson is a Poet, Elephant Journal columnist, bushwalker and activist currently residing on the Sunshine Coast, BC. She cuts kindling with her teeth, eats Bukowski and coffee for breakfast and makes the habit of saying the word feminist as much as possible. She loves the smell of freshly cut cedar, writing on airplanes, and whiskys that swing their hips when they walk and know what they are doing.

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Racism isn’t dead.

Tonight I witnessed racism for the first time in a long time….

Why I Hitch Hike

I used to hitch hike with my mother as a child in…

That’s So Gay.

“Gay is not the first word in our language that needs a…

Give yourself a Freaking Break.

Todays surf sucked. I got ripped around in a washing machine for…

The creme de la creme of lovers worth buzzing alone for.‏

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who…

Can we quit calling women who feel, crazy?

Are we finished using the word “crazy” to define when women express…

If I don’t see it, it doesn’t exist

The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good…

Let’s take care of the world

A friend called me today to tell me about a moment of…

Let the world have it

“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may…

You are accountable for the orgasms you aren’t having.

A woman commented on a recent article I wrote for Elephant Journal…