After our internet came back up (finally), I was musing on a conversation I had over the weekend. I am very open about who I am, where I’ve been, what I’ve done, what I’ve been through.
What I’ve survived.
So I wrote a short post.
And then I decided to turn it into word art. Found an image that fit (and could use) and added the words to become the featured image above.
I am a survivor of a lot of life stuff. I share much of that history… my experiences and lessons learned… with anyone who wishes to listen.
My life is my journey. This blog gives me a voice to share that journey.
… and so it continues.
Running in place
For too long.
No looking back.
Don’t do it.
Their claws sink
Into my flesh.
Escape feels impossible.
I want to run.
My old body
To add a bit to yesterday’s first post about being an Ace Tomboy. One other reason I tend to steer clear of dating these days is the seeming uptick in violence toward women who turn down a date or sex.
This morning, I found yet another example of this. A woman shot -by an ex-con no less- NINE TIMES before he emptied his clip. With another gun or a reload, he then committed suicide.
All because she said no.
“Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” –Margaret Atwood
While the woman and her friend are recovering and the bastard is dead, this is not some one-off thing. Girls getting hurt or killed because they didn’t want to go to prom with that particular boy. Being stalked, harassed, doxxed online… you name it. Male fragility is at at an all time high. Little respect is given to women as more and more guys are taught that they should get what they want, when they want it, and ‘no’ means ‘yes’ and …. well, you get the idea.
I survived one domestic abuse relationship. I have no interest in another.
I keep myself out of the dating pool. I have plenty of reasons to do so.
Well, off to get my mohawk cleaned up!