Archive | November 11, 2015

Really??? The hardest thing about being a woman is deciding what to wear?????

I’m having a really hard time with the concept of the “hardest thing about being a woman is deciding what to wear”. At the moment I’m waiting for an MRI to be done next Tuesday to see if I have ovarian cancer or some other demon lurking in my feminine regions.

I’m sorry a transwoman can call themselves a woman but without the equipment that defines our sex and our health concerns, without the socialization and the discrimination that is so engrained that many of us never notice it until it’s too late, it’s really hard to take seriously.

They will never know the fun of lying on the bathroom floor passing clots and cramping so badly it makes you puke.

They will never know the fun of having to have an emergency hysterectomy because you have fibroids that are about to turn your bladder necrotic.

They will never know the fun of being the last kid to get her period when all her friends are talking about Aunt Flo from Redlands.

They will never know the fun of your body surprising you at high altitude when you don’t have “supplies”.

They will never have the pleasure of losing friends to ovarian or uterine cancer because there were no symptoms until it was too late or watching them go through chemo and the trauma of the decision to shave their head or watch the hair fall out in hunks on the bathroom floor.

They will never know the pain of finally telling someone that the man next door molested them when they were 6 because they were a girl.

They will not know the fear of simply walking down a dark street from the time they were little. That only comes when they decide to wear a dress.

A woman is a woman all the time and does not have the pleasure of deciding to be a man at work and then go home to put on his wig and dress and be a woman for a few hours. She wakes up a woman and is a woman 24/7 not when she chooses.
A woman knows the fear of being in a room with someone they know is bigger and stronger and not knowing if they can get away or wondering if they will have to break someone’s foot or hurt them to get away.

A woman can’t pee standing up unless she wants to make a colossal mess.

I still remember not being allowed to wear pants in school or at church. I remember having to wear a hat and gloves to church. I remember not having a choice about what I wore because I was a girl. I remember being fitted for a girdle in 7th grade even though I weighed 56lbs because girls wore foundation garments and stockings. I remember my gym partner having to wear bandaids under her 40 DD bra in 7th grade when my dad was still saying I was two peas on a washboard and I got to wear an undershirt. I remember having to stop wearing that undershirt. I remember being sent to charm school against my will to learn to walk like a lady and to “float” up and down stairs.

So, yes, I have a problem with the worst problem about being a woman is what to wear.


50 things that make me happy

50 things that make me happy

I thought I’d do this meme because now is a hard time. If I can do it now I should be able to do it in better times sooo in no particular order:
1. My flannel sheets
2. Cold weather
3. My friends
4. My sister
5. The kitty
6. The colours outside of the trees
7. The call of the raven.
8. Cozy socks
9. Eating and sleeping indoors
10. Hot cups of tea
11. Hot cups of cocoa
12. Wind
13. Lotion
14. Work paying my bus fare
15. Doctors who listen
16. My Kindle
17. Books in general
18. Being able to walk
19. Being able to breathe
20. Chocolate
21. Long hair
22. Airports (because I’m going to see people I love or coming home)
23. Music
24. Minions
25. Telling stories
26. BunniHoTep
27. Trees
28. A perfect grilled cheese sandwich
29. A really cold glass of milk
30. My camera
31. The memories my camera documents
32. Baked potatoes (must be lunchtime)
33. Hugs from people I love
34. Logic
35. A beautiful sunny day
36. A beautiful rainy day
37. Birds
38. Camp
39. Lego people
40. Being quiet
41. My hands
42. Having health insurance
43. Being able to read
44. The sun
45. The moon
46. The stars
47. Spending quiet time with friends
48. Water
49. Earth
50. The Goddess

“TERFs” Do Not Actually Exist, Fellows


I honestly cannot believe that we have to continue to discuss this over and over and over again; but I guess when you are dealing with juvenile young men with male privilege who have yet to have fully developed brains and older men with male privilege going through midlife crisis, not to mention all of the women who, for some disturbed reason, support all of these men, then I guess womyn just have to continue to calmly stay on point and tell these men and the women who support them, again, that they are wrong. In so many ways, yes, but I am focusing on this for a minute.

I am not sure how this has come about, but “TERF” is not an identity. “TERFs” do not actually exist. They are not a community of womyn within the larger LGB community. “TERFs” are not a group of womyn working and…

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