It seems, lately, that each day I feel differently
I want different things
I don’t know what I want.
But it changes, the not knowing. The wanting…
Jumpy and antsy
then
Grounded and mindful
Is this hormones or age or boredom or pheromones?
Or just another stage of being?
"It took me a long time to realize this: We get to choose what defines us."
— Sarah Addison Allen (via shetakesflight)
Next fall I am so getting a pair of brown tall riding-style boots. Or maybe grey.
I’m kinda sad that boot season is over but bare-legged season hasn’t yet begun.
It’s these inbetweentimes that leave me chomping at the bit.
Come on, sunshine. Come on, Sunshine. Work your magic!
He had the nerve
gall
balls
to tell me it’s “okay” to hook up with a woman
but not a man
because he knows I won’t leave him for a woman.
I so badly want to leave him for a woman!
I wasn’t planning on leaving him for anyone.
Now I’m not so sure.
“That women are joining in the ongoing disassembling of my appearance is salient. Patriarchy is not men. Patriarchy is a system in which both women and men participate. It privileges, inter alia, the interests of boys and men over the bodily integrity, autonomy, and dignity of girls and women. It is subtle, insidious, and never more dangerous than when women passionately deny that they themselves are engaging in it. This abnormal obsession with women’s faces and bodies has become so normal that we (I include myself at times—I absolutely fall for it still) have internalized patriarchy almost seamlessly. We are unable at times to identify ourselves as our own denigrating abusers, or as abusing other girls and women.”
falconeer:
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Ashley Judd, from her powerful article that you can and _should_ absolutely read and reshare from the link below.
http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2012/04/09/ashley-judd-slaps-media-in-the-face-for-speculation-over-her-puffy-appearance.html
My heart beats faster when I’m near you
and I cannot talk. Well.
And I want to touch - pulled like a magnet to - you.
This is not wrong. I will not say that this feeling is anything.
But complicated.
I’m having a difficult time
imagining a situation where it would be appropriate
to say what I want to say…