About Raising My Boychick

My name is Arwyn, and I am, among other things, a feminist. As it says on the tin,

I’m a walking contradiction: knitting feminist fulltime parent, Wiccan science-minded woowoo massage student, queer-identified male-partnered monogamist, body-loving healthy-eating fat chick, unmedicated sane and stable bipolar. But it feels all-me.

(although more of my free time these days goes to blogging rather than knitting).

I am pro-choice, anti “choice” feminism, and anti crying-it-out.

I used to wear my baby (back when he let me), and so did my partner — who is known around here as The Man, because he is the proverbial straight white male. We have one child, the eponymous Boychick, who is also probably a straight white male. I breastfeed him, and The Man parents in other ways.

The Man spent the summer of 2009 unemployed; along with my bipolar disoder, that made for an interesting combination. He is now employed again, and that has also been interesting.

I am not a SAHM, and I am not amused. But I am sometimes funny.

I write about independence, attachment parenting, and societal misogyny.

I write about menstruation, and genitals, and sex, and sexuality, and the color of my underwear.

I write about patriarchy and kyriarchy and intersectionalism. I don’t have a category for feminism because everything I write is feminist. I write about the racism and transphobia and sexism and ableism I encounter, both around me and in my own thinking.

I write about trying to raise the Boychick free from limiting gender roles, while teaching him to not be a bad man.

I believe we are not bad moms.

I believe the patriarchy wants us to tell each other we are, and that avoiding that trap can change the world.

And if you’re still interested in what I have to say, I believe I’d love to hear from you.

You can contact me at arwyn at raisingmyboychick dot com