I am thinking big thoughts.
I am thinking about evil, about the act of allying, about oppression and anti-oppression, about the thoughts shaping actions and the problems of thought police, about babies and bathwater and deep waters we drown in and deep waters that sustain us.
I am thinking about the importance of high standards, the importance [...]
So, for some reason, some o’y’all seem to like my writing. Or what I have to say. Or something about this blogging thing I do, anyway. (Don’t ask me why, I dunno either; I’m still trying to figure it out.)
And, this blog, for some reason, is getting a teeny, tiny bit Out There. Which is, [...]
I think if I could focus on one thing for just an hour, I could do anything. The number of half-finished posts sitting in my queue is staggering. The number of further ideas I’ve had is uncountable (I lose count anyway, but then, if I could focus for an hour, I probably wouldn’t).
My mood has [...]
Since I never did do a proper introductory post, how about a review instead?
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. [...]
Just in case there was any question, let me state emphatically that I am a breastfeeding supporter, a hard-core breastfeeding advocate, a lactivist (but not a “breastfeeding nazi“, please and thank you):
I’m down with child-led weaning. I call nursing for 2+ years “full-term”, and anything less than that “abbreviated” or “short” or “premature weaning”, [...]
I know there haven’t been any photos of me on here, nor do I have so much as a profile picture (even though there have been pictures of the Boychick galore, and even of The Man). But it’s not some conspiracy, not a deliberate choice for some misplaced reason of delusions of modesty or anonymity/pseudonymity [...]
I am perched precariously on the edge of a caged tower, and though the odds of falling are poor I cannot shake the fear that grips my heart. Perhaps paranoia is the overwhelming fear of the potentially possible but highly improbable; if so, I hope this is merely paranoia.
I am at the park with my [...]
But between trying to stay connected with friends (some of whom are going through some interesting stuff, stuff I’ve been through before and am happy to lend a shoulder of support for, and a tiny horrible part of me is jumping with joy that it’s not me! for once! it’s not meeeee!), having [...]
Sometimes I feel like two people: in “real” life, and in some of the online places I frequent, I am about the most radical feminist I know, and one of the few who has even heard the words “intersectionality” or “white privilege” or “cisgender” (much less cissexism). I find myself needing to dispel feminist myths, [...]
100th post, and a call to de-lurk
So, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but I have this slight streak of perfectionism, combined with a crazy voice mental illness that likes to pick up and run with any slight hesitations or doubts that I might have, thereby leaving me paralyzed and unable to do so much as “any” much less “good [...]
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