You can try to chop yourself up, force a square peg into a round hole. But it will be messy and clunky. You can clench your fists and pretend you’re a circle, if you wish, scraping your edges round and raw. For me, however, living this way was miserable and excruciatingly painful.
We had arrived early in the morning and not slept until well after sunrise. But when I finally got a nights sleep and awoke the next morning, it was as if I had been catapulted into the next dimension.
I know they wrapped you up in all your high school portraits and told the story of your old life, but I remember you. I remember you as you were.
My son was born a male, is attracted to males and has always chosen more feminine dress, expression and behaviors. But he does not identify as she. This is hard for some people to understand. But to him, it’s simple. And he wishes it wasn’t even a thing.
When we move forward in damaged relationships despite a lack of repair, they become toxic. Toxic relationships are not the result of one or more people being inherently bad or toxic, they are born from a lack of repair in a relationship that leads to toxic patterns.
If you have done any amount of honest reflection on yourself, life, and society as we know it, it is no secret that most of us were conditioned to doubt ourselves from a very young age. Of course, there will be anomalies, as is always in life. But for the rest of us, our life may have started off brimming with sunshine, but inevitably, we reached a point where people began sowing seeds of doubt in our minds and hearts.
Have you ever had a brilliant idea and been so excited to tell your people that you fantasize about it until you meet again? Have you finally reached that moment to be met with a list of reasons why your idea won’t work? Have you poured your heart into your writing or your craft and presented it to your most beloved? Were you shocked by some who didn’t even read it or barely commented?
We have been invited to grab ahold of a new idea that is gaining momentum. And as passionate as many of us are about decriminalization and ending the war on drugs, it is no surprise that someone came up with such a far-out proposal. It makes sense that this nonsensical idea would make sense to some people who have no real-life experience with addiction. But to anyone who has treaded the waters of opiate addiction, it is a baffling idea to consider.
Just like slavery and segregation, rape culture has been rewrapped in a new paper, with a new and shiny bow. That bow helps us sleep at night. But underneath that paper is the same old ugly thing. The New Rape Culture is working seamlessly. It leaves its victims powerless and alone.
As far back as we can remember, perceived ugliness and misconduct of this world has been blamed on women. Women have been oppressed, abused, raped and silenced for hundreds of years.