Anonymous asked: Don't worry about what other people think. In the end, all that matters is you and your happiness! P.S. Congrats on your engagement. :)
Thank you very much!
Bye Tumblr. You were good to me, good for me, but it’s time.
I’ll miss some of you. Have great lives. Take care of yourselves.
Anonymous asked: You're engaged to a girl you just met what a month ago? That seems a little stupid.
I’ve known her longer than a month, my friend.
Within the next few years we will be living together, starting our own careers in fields we both enjoy and are incredibly passionate about.
I honestly don’t care what you, or anyone else thinks. I know of several relationships where the two knew each other for just shy a month or so, became engaged, and have lived happily for thirty, forty, fifty, even sixty years. I know plenty of old people, if you didn’t know.
You’re so silly anon, flinging your unsolicited opinions around as if they carry any weight in matters you’re most assuredly not involved in.
Have a fantastic day though, because I know I’m having one, and I hope everyone else is as well.
Anonymous asked: who are you engaged too?! :D also, do you have any other form of social media? im going to miss you when you leave ):
My Dear Ally, of course!
I have an instagram, but I don’t give it out to people on here, usually.
I’m still not 100% certain I’ll be going anywhere. I just won’t be posting as much, not that I do post a lot now anyway.
Anonymous asked: You're married?
I have just been informed via my fourteen year old sister that sixth graders are indeed on tumblr.
I remember years ago when barely anyone knew of this wonderful website, and I feel more so now than ever that I might as well get rid of this.
Not because of them, but because I’m hardly ever at home or on my phone to do anything on here. I don’t post my writings much any more due to the fact that, like I said, I just don’t have the time to copy them over from pen and paper to here. (Plus, it’s not like many people were ever interested in them anyway, but that’s not important)
So I think I’ll most likely be closing this down or I’ll just stop posting all together.
What if I told you guys I’m married?
First wildfire of the year that affects me on a personal level: Camarillo Springs/ Ventura County freeway.
Thank you California for your wonderful weather and your spectacular conditions year round, truly. You are the best.
(Hint: Read sarcastically)
[CW: discussion of rape culture and violence]
This reminds me of an article about online (heterosexual) dating that I read a while ago. It listed men’s and women’s worst fears about meeting someone from online. The highest ranked fear that men had was that their date would be fat, whereas the highest ranked fear that women had was that their date would turn out to be violent and kill them.
I think that says a lot.
Its interesting also that these fears sit subconsciously until woman are asked to exams their responses to men. We women will operate with this fear in mind, the way we protect ourselves, make sure our friends know where we are when we go on a date, words that we use while interacting with men, all in hopes they will not kill us, but simultaneously love us.
I think bell hooks made a point about this in her series on love. Something along the lines of how can women hope to love and receive love from men when at the foundation of our relationships there is this strong fear of men. You can’t build true trust when your foundation is crumbling under you.
The scariest part is, once you recognize this fear, and face it, how do you address it when there is evidence of “good” men abusing, hurting, and killing women everyday?
I was in my early 20’s when one of my homegirls broke this down for me.
I was in a broken relationship, and one of the things was that bugged me at the time was that the girlfriend at the time would freak out whenever I got angry - I never yelled, never throw or hit things, mostly, I just needed some time to cool out.
“Why does she get scared when I’m angry? I’d never hit her!”
“But she doesn’t KNOW that. She can’t assume that. Look at how many dudes are out there pulling shit.”
And that stuck with me for a hot minute. The relationship was broken on so many levels anyway, but that fact still remains, as a man, I can’t fault women for assuming the worst in order to protect themselves, especially how the world’s patriarchy and misogyny rolls.
I’ve had continual discussions with Tchy about this, and I don’t expect to stop. It’s fair to say that there’s no one in the world that I trust more, and he has been extremely careful with me, but… the fact remains that he leans quite a bit towards the masculine, and this means that that fear is always there. The news of transmasculine folks abusing/raping people doesn’t help that fear any. :(
I’m learning not to apologize for it. It’s not my fault (nor, really, is it his) that I’m scared of dude-type people. But it’s always there. Which is another reason why I get so pissed off when trans men try to make transmisogyny about them.
This is an incredible thread of responses. I’ve seen this quote before, but not the dialogue that built up around it. The part about loud=violent hits home particularly hard for me. I am terrified of getting into irl arguments with men, especially when they get loud. It’s always going to sit in the pit of my stomach.
That part resonates for me too, although from a completely different angle. Despite being more terrified of sexual violence than I am of anything other than my own brain, I do not hesitate to yell, confront, get up in the face of, threaten, even hit men twice my size and many times my strength. Faced with a threat of violence from men, I will either imply or state “I dare you to.”
I also, as previously established on this blog, have a death wish.
To me, that encapsulates everything about the violence, especially sexual violence, coded into relationships between men and women in our society: for a woman to assert herself in the face of maleness may require the woman in question (such as me) to be perpetually suicidal.
Reblogging for commentary. I have been frightened and scared by men being loud with me, even if I don’t think they’ll be violent. Like people have said above, it’s just a latent response in your brain to fear violence from men.
I went out to dinner with someone a couple of weeks ago (LONG story, was supposed to be a group dinner but it ended up just being me & a strange man) and I told him I blogged about feminism and politics, and he went off on me. He told me feelings were bullshit and women just wanted special privileges, and then he said, “Women don’t give men enough credit for not being violent psychopaths. That’s what we are, deep down. We want to rape and pillage, and we don’t, and women don’t give us enough credit for that.” I burst into tears. That shit was terrifying.
I too am reblogging this for the amazing commentary.
When supposed feminist ally men deny this very basic, simple truth - that’s how you know they are an ally to no one.
This all gets taught to women at a very young age, how dangerous the world is when you’re in it being a woman. I’ve been struggling to write about something that happened with my daughter a few weeks ago, how to form the words, but this is possibly the best context.
We were in the wine shop, in line to pay, and she was so excited to get her lollipop (in the time honored tradition of wine stores everywhere). A man two people ahead of us started fighting with the woman behind the counter about how much money he’d given her. As I was moving her behind my body, my daughter froze, and when I say froze, I mean wasn’t moving a muscle except to shake.
It sorted itself out pretty quickly. We paid and left.
Once we got back into the car, she started crying. I asked her what was the matter, and she said, “Mama, I was so scared. When men get angry they shoot people.”
That’s a direct quote. When men get angry, they shoot people.
I asked her, “Baby, why do you think that?” She replied, “on NPR, that’s what happens. When men get really mad they kill people. That guy was really mad, what if he had a gun? What would you do?”
The talk we had afterwards was difficult; no one said parenting was easy. But this is the life we live as women. If my 9 year old understands it, then men of the world, alleged feminist allies, Nice Guys, random douches on the street, and even actual non-dangerous men: so can you.
I’ve reblogged this quote before, I think. But reblogging now for the amazing commentary.
I was having a discussion with my father and brother the other day. We were talking about receiving threats of rape or violence via the internet. Their whole argument was “just ignore it and walk away from your computer”. Amazing solution. Can’t believe I never thought of that. It’s so clever because we all know that when you leave your keyboard the threat of violence disappears.
I have written seventeen pages to her in the last hour and a half, and I cannot stop writing for the life of me. There are so many things I want to say, so many details I’ve still managed to leave out, so many thoughts and idea’s I want to share with her. I’ve got all the time in the world, but it doesn’t seem enough at this particular time for all the wondrous scenarios my head keeps pulling out from thin air and my pen is copying it all down onto paper (with some of the neatest handwriting I’ve ever had, might I toot my own horn about that).
I’m writing it all in a story, and it’s the only story I’ve ever felt come to me as opposed to the ones I’ve made up. This, like us, comes naturally, and there’s not much thinking involved. The words flow steady and heavy when need be, thin like butter and sweeter than honey. I just can’t stop, and I don’t want to. There’ll be a novel within the next few months if I keep going at this rate, and lord knows what will ever stop me.
I’ve never been so happy, and I wish you all knew how this feels. I hope you all find out some day, I truly do, because everyone deserves to have this emotion erupting from their chests, thunderous explosions and rolling volcanic spews couldn’t match the power of it.
This is something I suppose along the lines of an update on my life since I’ve become quite busy and caught up with everything falling into place. I thank each and everyone of you for everything you’ve ever done for me; all that you’ve hoped and wished for me, all that you’ve prayed and told me I would achieve in life, the things I would receive, and all you hoped I would gain; I have.
Oh yes, I most certainly have.
Anonymous asked: please dont leave tumblr, i will be so sad ):
It’s not like I’m all that active anymore any way. I still write all the time but I just don’t have the time to type it all up any more.
I’m just saying, I’m hardly even home or on my phone enough to check things.
Anonymous asked: i was recently in LA and just out of curiosity i was wondering if you have ever been there and what you think of it. sorry this is a vague Q, i am simply curious
I’ve been to L.A. on several occasions, and albeit some portions of the city are “run down” and “could use some work”, I still honestly believe it to be a wonderful and beautiful place.
And I’m not much for cities or crowds, so that’s saying a lot coming from me.