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I am thinking big thoughts

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 [...]

The M-word: in which I indulge in angst, whining, and more angst

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, [...]

Are you there, blog? It’s me, Arwyn

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 [...]

Previously, on Raising My Boychick

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. [...]

On breastfeeding and things we don’t talk about

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”, [...]

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 [...]

The blogger revealed

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 [...]

Sanity is situational

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 [...]

This quarter isn’t exactly kicking my ass…

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 [...]

Big fish, small fish, small pond, big ocean: a Seussian experience of feminism

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, [...]

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