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To my friends who voted for Trump

To my friends who voted for Trump for any reason you can rationalize:

It doesn’t matter why you voted for him to me

To me what matters is that you voted to hate me personally.

You voted that way and you knew I was gay and that people I love are gay

And you voted for the guy who believes you can electrocute gay people to change them

You voted knowing I was pagan and that I love other pagan people

And yet you voted for the alleged Christian candidate

Who wouldn’t know Jesus if he stood before him

You voted knowing I need access to healthcare

You voted to deny it to me

You voted knowing I’m a woman

A woman who has been molested as a child

by an adult

And you voted for someone who is accused of child rape and the guy with him was already convicted

You voted knowing all women have been street harassed

Harassed at school or on the job

And you voted for the guy who bragged about how he can do it with no penalty

I know you know people of colour or who have people of colour that we all love

And you voted for a white supremacist

You voted for the politics of hate

And you are making me hate you

And I never thought I would





Ain’t I a woman?


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From our family photo album


by Sojourner Truth

Delivered 1851 at the Women’s Convention in Akron, Ohio

Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that ‘twixt the negroes of the South and the women at the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what’s all this here talking about?

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain’t I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain’t I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man – when I could get it – and bear the lash as well! And ain’t I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother’s grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain’t I a woman?

Then they talk about this thing in the head; what’s this they call it? [member of audience whispers, “intellect”] That’s it, honey. What’s that got to do with women’s rights or negroes’ rights? If my cup won’t hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn’t you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?

Then that little man in black there, he says women can’t have as much rights as men, ’cause Christ wasn’t a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.

If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back , and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it, the men better let them.

Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain’t got nothing more to say.

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.

I hate being “Mansplained”

I had an adventure with mansplaining earlier this week and it didn’t make me happy. Yes, I know not all men do it but too many men do.

I got on the bus to come home and an older gentleman and his wife who was in a wheelchair got on with me. (She never said a word) Since it’s the first stop on that line we were the only ones on the Orange Line. I wear a belt with oak leaves and acorns carved into it and a triskellion belt buckle. The man asked me about the belt buckle and made some crack about mistletoe and I told him I wore it because I was a Druid. He then proceeded to lecture me on Druidry until the stop where they got off. I should have known I was in for it right then because he didn’t like my pointing out the link with mistletoe did not apply to all Druids and was specific to the Gauls and the English not the Irish, Welsh and Scots.

He was all on about the Holy Grail and Joseph of Arimathea and really didn’t like it when I finally got a chance to interrupt him and point out the older story was about Dagda’s cauldron and was linked to the other 3 Celtic treasures of spear, sword and stone. He overrode me and kept lecturing me on Druidry.

His face showed what he thought of my interrupting his lecture which had other points I’ve forgotten which annoyed the crap out of me. When I put this incident up on my Facebook status I got a bunch of people saying I had probably made his day giving him a chance to display his knowledge but there several problems with this theory:

1. It gave me no credit for knowing anything about Druidry when I had just said I was one and I don’t think it would have made any difference if I had told him my true status was Arch Druid. He didn’t seem to care that I had any knowledge at all and was really annoyed with me correcting his lecture.

2. He was bloody wrong on several points and seemed to know nothing about Modern Druidry since he brought up the dudes who started swanning around in the 1800s but didn’t seem to connect that it had people now who practiced it. He thought Druids were only in Britain and visibly bristled when I told him Pythagoras had written about his contact with the Druids.

3. He was really stuck on that stupid Christian legend of Mary Magdalene going to Britain to raise Jesus’ children and by then I was poking the bear and said well some legends said she was with the Cathars in France another thing he got his back up when I said it.

Why? Oh why do men feel the need to lecture women on topics women can show they display knowledge in and comprehensive knowledge at that? I’ve been at parties with a good friend who is a well recognized seismologist and seen men lecture her on earthquakes. Really? She has a PhD in astrophysics and has worked all her life on earthquake science and you, dude, who read one book feels you have the need to explain how the earth moves? Shut up!

Some men seem to think they have to display their lack of knowledge like a peacock displaying their plumes. And nothing is more annoying than being captured by an ignorant boor who needs to puff out their chests. They seem not to know or care that the person they are lecturing at has a brain and might actually know something about the subject. Whenever I got a chance to get a word in to say something he interrupted me mid comment. Mormon dude here at work is just as bad and he’s only in his 30s. I keep wanting to ask if he’s spoken to his Holy Mother lately.

I thank heavens for men like the ones who present papers at the Pagan Studies Conference who actually listen and intelligently discuss and ask questions. I love them very much and I love that they respect all the women who present at the conference. I love that it has so many women who present on a variety of topics but it makes idiots like the guy on the bus that much more annoying. Sometimes I feel like I’m going to be patted on the head and told “good dog” by men who mansplain. Arghhhhh!

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