I have been trying to make meaning out of what is happening in our Nation. Why the public reaping of women?
Why the evisceration of our very existence?
Why does no one believe what we say? I wrote my #WhyIDidntReport on Facebook this week and women by the dozens shared their stories on my thread. https://www.facebook.com/plugins/post.php?href=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fmelissa.bird.712%2Fposts%2F10217655925854948&width=500 Another genius post by “God” said it all: htt
I was recently asked by a Twitter buddy how I can be thinking that we are winning with shit being so bad for women. I get it – things aren’t so good. Kavanaugh. Roe. Health Care. Separation of Children. Death of the Environment. I could go on and on and on…but I won’t because I sort of feel like the patriarchy is on fire and it is running in circles trying to put itself out. I think the resistance is winning and that is why shit feels like it is getting worse. Here are 5 ways
My vote doesn’t count they said. The Supreme Court isn’t a big deal they said. The lesser of 2 evils they said. She is worse they said. I wish I could explain to you the depths of the anger I feel towards you. My birth control will never get taken away they said. I can still make a living they said. It doesn’t matter if he becomes president, he won’t do anything THAT bad they said. She is worse they said. I wish I could explain to you the depths of the anger I feel towards yo
Remember your magic.
Remember you’re magic.
-Lisa Lister How often have I silenced myself for fear of being heard?
How often have I denied my true calling for fear of being seen?
How often have I deleted my unfiltered thoughts for fear of having my words twisted?
How often have I shushed myself for fear of being destroyed? How often have YOU denied the call of your heart out of fear?
How often have YOU deleted your words for fear of death?
How often have YOU stopped th
“Woman has to understand her role. Her role is not to worship god; Her role is to be the very self of God. Her oneness can affect and open every heart.” -Yogi Bhajan Women. Tears. Overwhelm. Them. Us. Together. Labia everywhere. Women with their lovers, their friends, their grandfathers. Women with their babies, their grown children. Women everywhere. Women holding and loving each other. Women hugging and saying thank you, I see you, I honor you. Women saying I am here to com
I feel myself slithering up from the depths of only grief looking slightly like Golum from the inside out. A demonic sinister look in my eye promising to eviscerate your soul. Tank Girl I am angry.
Ball busting violently angry.
I want to claw, gnash, tear out, slash and burn.
I want to beat and main and thrash and break and cut and filet your soul from the inside out.
I want to rip your heart from the middle of your body, hang you upside down and watch you drown on your o