I was chatting with an artist friend today about nakedness and my response to seeing it, comparing the sight of feminine nudity to that of male nudity, even the non-erotic sort that is preferable to me either way. A nagging sensation that has been bothering me for quite some time finally coalesced enough to really see … Continue reading
I married my rapist and everyone was happy about it, because that is how blind culture can be. I believed that his claim of loving me meant he couldn’t possibly rape me; I was supposed to love him no matter what. I had been taught that men can’t help “it” and that it was my responsibility to stop him. … Continue reading
“The truest religion is the full spectrum of living colour.” “Fundamentalism at least in its extreme form is the most vocal and indeed violent form of belief, precisely because it is the weakest, least secure and least mature. It shouts and fights to defend its viewpoints because it must; for to accept that it might … Continue reading
Relational predators have an innate skill for turning strengths into weaknesses. Remember, just because who you are can be used against you doesn’t mean you are worthless. It just means you’re with someone who doesn’t know how to appreciate your value. And it’s important to understand, especially when dealing with predators, that every element of ones identity can appear as both a weakness … Continue reading
It wasn’t until I heard myself, the part of me that held its breath and hid away behind clenched teeth, that I began to learn who I was and how I had been controlled. What I wanted wasn’t always what I thought I was looking for. My hopes weren’t always from the soul. Too often … Continue reading
When my kids were growing up, Mr. Rogers was a nice guy on TV. I enjoyed the times we watched his show, because it didn’t grate on my nerves like some of them. It is only recently that I have begun to encounter further insight to who he was as a person. (Usually I don’t want … Continue reading
To be honest, I’m not one for labels these days. Even those I apply to myself are held loosely because I’ve realized that, while I am very like many people in so many ways, I am always, always somehow different as well. And for obvious reasons a label will blind others to that fact. I know how … Continue reading
I ask myself, “Who am I?” –impossible question! I wander, awaiting the answer that will crystallize existence and freeze it into a form that I can keep in my pocket and know completely. How large is my pocket? – Mere Dreamer Read the rest at Love ≠ Love: Who am I?.
A distant relative is slipping into a cult … or maybe designing his own. All I know is the relational waves are so fierce they’ve reached my little haven. The cult I grew up in … and the cult I attended for all those years before they evicted me both had a better facade. I am curious … Continue reading
“I guess … I can’t imagine a God who is big enough to keep everything running, and who promises it will turn out good, being out maneuvered. So … that presence is there even in the people who don’t have … an obvious light. How can I say it … it drips through even the … Continue reading
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