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Open thread: On first periods

My monthly menstrual musings may have misled many of my much-beloved readers. I was not always as forthright as I am now — to put it mildly — and my willingness to talk about menstruation here, and elsewhere online and other feminist-dominated spaces1, doesn’t mean I don’t (or rather, didn’t when it was applicable) buy [...]

They say it’s your birthday

It’s my birthday too, yeah.

And yes, we are planning on having a good, if subdued, time. There might even be a small party party.

Some interesting facts:

The Man and I share a birthday, though I am younger, and thus according to our society better and prettier, by two whole years.
He’s officially becoming an old man today, [...]

Murphy’s Law and other superstitions

I might have mentioned before about my firm belief* in Murphy’s Law: Anything that can go wrong, will. Now, true followers of Murphy know that this seemingly simple law, when meditated on and investigated experientially, has numerous corollaries and extensions. One of these states that if you are aware of the thing that [...]

Five minutes of self care

Five minutes of self care, every day.

This is my homework.

Don’t laugh; it says so, right there, bottom third of the weekly report page for Massage Lower:
Five minutes of self care

Sunday:
Monday:
Tuesday:
Wednesday:
Thursday:
Friday:
Saturday:

This really shouldn’t be hard, should it? Five minutes. Every day. That’s all. Five minutes is nothing. It takes the Boychick [...]

Watch this (plus links)

Major bow-down to Womanist Musings for posting this. It rocks so hard I have to share it everywhere. “Because, when the revolution finally comes, for all of us, it’s gonna be real.”

And a few more links in lieu of content:

On raising male children at Mothers for Women’s Lib

Not Feeling the Term “Passing” at [...]

Men in massage school

Men are a minority in the massage profession, and in massage school. In my first class of 16, there was one male student (another one joined halfway through the class), and a male TA. Last quarter, there was one male student in each of my classes of 7 and 16 students. The [...]

What price mental health? part II

The overall piece is on the literal and figurative costs of bipolar disorder: getting to sanity, staying sane while parenting, and raising a child with a high likelihood of inheriting the tendency. Part one, the preamble, is here. Part two covers the actual dollar costs of getting me to stable; I have limited it [...]

Origins of words, and conversations in anatomy class

One of the fun things for me about studying midwifery was learning the origins of many words: midwife, vagina, and cunt, among others. One of the fun things about studying anatomy at massage school is having these come back up.

The cunt came up in a particularly interesting conversation about the bones of the foot. [...]

Overheard conversations, or, why more women aren’t feminist

Another quickie from the I’m-still-sick-but-getting-better files:

I went to class last night, as I am wont to do on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Due to my chosen profession (massage therapy, for those new or not paying attention), my classes are, shall we say, somewhat skewed in favor of women. To wit, there is one man [...]

Tomorrow I go back to school (or, hello self-indulgent introspection and academic angst)

OK, so I went to school last quarter, too, but this still feels like a Really Big Deal to me.

Last September, I finally enrolled in massage school. I’ve been studying homebirth midwifery off and on for years, and considered ramping that up and looking for a school or an apprenticeship, but with the Boychick [...]

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