when people are all like “you used to be so nice, what happened?” well after a while, you get tired of dealing with everyone’s shit.
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My own tattoos … Not completed as yet!
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Meditation is not a matter of trying to achieve ecstasy, spiritual bliss or tranquility, nor is it attempting to become a better person. It is simply the creation of a space in which we are able to expose and undo our neurotic games, our self-deceptions, our hidden fears and hopes.
Chongyam Trungpa, The Myth of Freedom (via windowsthickwithfrost)
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Through my love for you, I want to express my love for the whole cosmos, the whole of humanity, and all beings. By living with you, I want to learn to love everyone and all species. If I succeed in loving you, I will be able to love everyone and all species on Earth…This is the real message of love.
Thich Nhat Hanh (via lazyyogi)
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Death
Death is coming, death is coming
Hurry and prepare before it gets here
Lock the door and turn the music up
So no one will hear
Dry the tears and smile
For this is a peaceful day for you to die
The sun is shining and the birds are singing
Write a letter to the ones you love let them know it’s not their fault
Tell them to keep living and that you will be by their side
As you gasp for air make sure to pray in your head
At the end smile so they will know you were finally happy
Your Mind is Your Sanctuary.: Reality vs. Fantasy.
Reality is for the weak minded, only in my imagination can I relish.
Who is there that truly knows for what purpose they exist? Your children? But surely that means our only purpose is to reproduce? Somehow humans have twisted their existence, become vain, built monuments, castles, in their…
I see everyone making a big deal about “teach boys not to rape, not girls how to dress” and I have one thing to ask.
I was raped for nine months straight by a 62 year old man at my barn who threatened that if I didn’t comply he would slaughter my horse then kill me. This all started in January, when I was wearing jeans and heavy coats that don’t show clevage. I was in no way dressing inappropriately or promiscuous. So why did I still get raped?
American lynch mobs did not eat the Blacks whom Rebecca Felton called “ravening human beasts” who should be lynched by the thousand every week. (Felton, a prominent Southern feminist and journalist, was the first woman to become a U.S. senator) We are told, however, that Southern whites eagerly gathered as souvenirs the lynched victims’ fingers, toes, bones, ears, and teeth. In Paris, Texas, (first photo) for example, some ten thousand whites came in 1893 to participate in the lynching of Henry Smith, an insane former slave accused of raping and killing a three year old White girl “in the mad wantonness of gorilla ferocity.” High on a platform, so the men, women, and children could see the torture of Smith, the father and brother of the dead girl applied white-hot irons to Smith’s bare feet and tongue before burning out his eyes. One observer recalled “a cry that echoed over the prairie like the wail of a wild animal.” There was even a primitive gramophone to make a recording of Smith’s ghastly cries. After the platform had been soaked with oil and set ablaze, cremating what was left of Smith, people raked the ashes to acquire “nigger” buttons, bones, and teeth to keep as relics.
The North wasn’t a safe haven for Blacks either. Take for instance the notorious draft riots in New York City. In July 1863, “mobs, including many Irish immigrants, lynched 11 Black men, mutilating some of their bodies, while also destroying a Colored Orphan Asylum, forcing a large exodus of Blacks from the city, and carrying banners proclaiming, We won’t fight to free the nigger.”
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A woman’s worst nightmare? That’s pretty easy. Novelist Margaret Atwood writes that when she asked a male friend why men feel threatened by women, he answered, “They are afraid women will laugh at them.” When she asked a group of women why they feel threatened by men, they said, “We’re afraid of being killed.
http://www.pbs.org/kued/nosafeplace/articles/nightmare.html (via alullaby)
That sums it up
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This reminds me of a discussion we had in school, and one girl was talking about living in fear of her safety because she is a girl, and this guy chimed in and was all “It’s hard for guys too! I’m so awkward around girls! It’s embarrassing!” Yeah, not the same thing, exactly?
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Wow.
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This reminds me of an article about online (heterosexual) dating that I read a while ago. It listed men’s and women’s worst fears about meeting someone from online. The highest ranked fear that men had was that their date would be fat, whereas the highest ranked fear that women had was that their date would turn out to be violent and kill them.
I think that says a lot.
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Its interesting also that these fears sit subconsciously until woman are asked to exams their responses to men. We women will operate with this fear in mind, the way we protect ourselves, make sure our friends know where we are when we go on a date, words that we use while interacting with men, all in hopes they will not kill us, but simultaneously love us.
I think bell hooks made a point about this in her series on love. something along the lines of how can women hope to love and receive love from men when at the foundation of our relationships there is this strong fear of men. you can’t build true trust when your foundation is crumbling under you.
the scariest part is, once you recognize this fear, and face it, how do you address it when there is evidence of “good” men abusing, hurting, and killing women everyday?
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I was in my early 20’s when one of my homegirls broke this down for me.
I was in a broken relationship, and one of the things was that bugged me at the time was that the girlfriend at the time would freak out whenever I got angry - I never yelled, never throw or hit things, mostly, I just needed some time to cool out.
“Why does she get scared when I’m angry? I’d never hit her!”
“But she doesn’t KNOW that. She can’t assume that. Look at how many dudes are out there pulling shit.”
And that stuck with me for a hot minute. The relationship was broken on so many levels anyway, but that fact still remains, as a man, I can’t fault women for assuming the worst in order to protect themselves, especially how the world’s patriarchy and misogyny rolls.
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My brain knows that my husband won’t hit me. Really, the logical part of me totally gets that. But when we’re arguing he has to stay on the other side of the room & not yell too loud because my fight or flight instincts have 25+ years of being hard wired that loud = violent & our 11 year relationship isn’t long enough to undo that.
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I’ve had continual discussions with Tchy about this, and I don’t expect to stop. It’s fair to say that there’s no one in the world that I trust more, and he has been extremely careful with me, but… the fact remains that he leans quite a bit towards the masculine, and this means that that fear is always there. The news of transmasculine folks abusing/raping people doesn’t help that fear any. :(
I’m learning not to apologize for it. It’s not my fault (nor, really, is it his) that I’m scared of dude-type people. But it’s always there. Which is another reason why I get so pissed off when trans men try to make transmisogyny about them.
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men, read all of this please. including the commentary. esp if you consider yourself a Nice Guy.
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This is an incredible thread of responses. I’ve seen this quote before, but not the dialogue that built up around it. The part about loud=violent hits home particularly hard for me. I am terrified of getting into irl arguments with men, especially when they get loud. It’s always going to sit in the pit of my stomach.
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That part resonates for me too, although from a completely different angle. Despite being more terrified of sexual violence than I am of anything other than my own brain, I do not hesitate to yell, confront, get up in the face of, threaten, even hit men twice my size and many times my strength. Faced with a threat of violence from men, I will either imply or state “I dare you to.”
I also, as previously established on this blog, have a death wish.
To me, that encapsulates everything about the violence, especially sexual violence, coded into relationships between men and women in our society: for a woman to assert herself in the face of maleness may require the woman in question (such as me) to be perpetually suicidal.
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Reblogging for commentary. I have been frightened and scared by men being loud with me, even if I don’t think they’ll be violent. Like people have said above, it’s just a latent response in your brain to fear violence from men.
I went out to dinner with someone a couple of weeks ago (LONG story, was supposed to be a group dinner but it ended up just being me & a strange man) and I told him I blogged about feminism and politics, and he went off on me. He told me feelings were bullshit and women just wanted special privileges, and then he said, “Women don’t give men enough credit for not being violent psychopaths. That’s what we are, deep down. We want to rape and pillage, and we don’t, and women don’t give us enough credit for that.” I burst into tears. That shit was terrifying.
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I’ll always reblog this when it comes across my blog with different commentary! It’s all important!
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