I haven’t been writing, because I haven’t known what to say. It’s been a long winter. So much has happened to our people, so much pain. It’s been there all along, of course, but it doesn’t change the shock of it when it rears up again. Each time. Each new shock. I’ve gone …
Oh, my poor kids get all my baggage. All my human-ness, just spilling out on them over my thin veil of parentatude. I sobbed when putting the 4 y/o to bed tonight, because she’s kind of a dick, and she hit me when she wasn’t getting her way. I had tears that needed to come. …
1. Women are just bodies made for the pleasure of men Women’s bodies are not here for the purpose of penises, eyes, egos, or profit. It’s really as simple as that. I don’t know if it’s a combo of male libido and an imbalance of power between the sexes, or the way that heterosexual sex …
Even though women make up half the population, we’re “othered” by men, and women It’s worse for women of color Women are worth more than sex ‘Men are pigs’ is a bullshit excuse for women getting hurt 1. So, since the dawn of man, women were property of their fathers, their husbands. We …
It’s been giving me palpitations and stomach aches, trying to figure out how to write for women right now. To write for myself. There’s so much to cover and I don’t want to get it wrong. I’ve gotten bogged down in research a few times, gone down some deep rabbit holes. Here’s where I’ll start: …
#metoo #yesallwomen #fuckingpissed I’ve been trying to write my reaction to the out-ing of Harvey Weinstein, and the #metoo resurgence on the internet. I keep going between a hell storm of anger, DON’T YOU FUCKING ROLL YOUR EYES, OR I WILL STAB YOU IN YOUR PIG FACE, and lying face down on the floor in exhaustion. I …
“A mob’s always made up of people, no matter what. Mr. Cunningham was part of a mob last night, but he was still a man. Every mob in every little Southern town is always made up of people you know–doesn’t say much for them, does it?”― ‘Atticus Finch,’ explaining to his daughter how a neighbor …
I don’t know why this has been so hard for me to write. I feel horrified and angry and sympathetic and shameful. Maybe it’s the shame. Shame always shuts people up. It’s also that voicing these feelings might make some people feel upset, hurt and blamed. There’s a great deal of shame and blame going …
When I drove up to the vigil, there were a lot of police. I was afraid they were there to prevent the gathering, to power over the people feeling raw and powerless. They weren’t. They were there to defend the mourners from attacks that didn’t come. A whole world is reeling after a man gunned …
I exited a stairwell today in the hospital while I was making my rounds on patients, and walked right in front of an extra young, extra thin, extra bald guy in a hospital gown pushing an IV pole. He smiled and we kind of shared a laugh about how I almost knocked him over in …