lightly, child, lightly
|Former poet who has lost her words. Radical feminist, suffering from Bipolar II Disorder, Generalized Anxiety and Panic Disorders, PTSD, Bulimia, and Fibromyalgia. In other words, any hope for a normal life is far behind me. And this is where I mourn.
I often express my ambivalence with living, here--if you're sensitive to suicidal ideation, heed my trigger warnings. And I will post similar trigger warnings for any self-harm- and sexual assault-related posts. That said, my name is Katie. I'm 26, with a degree in Anthropology and a background in English and editorial work, but I find myself unemployed, unable to work. I'm also asexual, but I consider myself biromantic. I keep this blog for myself, but would love to meet any of you reading this. <3
"My response to the “I am not a feminist” internet phenomenon….
First of all, it’s clear you don’t know what feminism is. But I’m not going to explain it to you. You can google it. To quote an old friend, “I’m not the feminist babysitter.”
But here is what I think you should know.
You’re insulting every woman who was forcibly restrained in a jail cell with a feeding tube down her throat for your right to vote, less than 100 years ago.
You’re degrading every woman who has accessed a rape crisis center, which wouldn’t exist without the feminist movement.
You’re undermining every woman who fought to make marital rape a crime (it was legal until 1993).
You’re spitting on the legacy of every woman who fought for women to be allowed to own property (1848). For the abolition of slavery and the rise of the labor union. For the right to divorce. For women to be allowed to have access to birth control (Comstock laws). For middle and upper class women to be allowed to work outside the home (poor women have always worked outside the home). To make domestic violence a crime in the US (It is very much legal in many parts of the world). To make workplace sexual harassment a crime.
In short, you know not what you speak of. You reap the rewards of these women’s sacrifices every day of your life. When you grin with your cutsey sign about how you’re not a feminist, you ignorantly spit on the sacred struggle of the past 200 years. You bite the hand that has fed you freedom, safety, and a voice.
In short, kiss my ass, you ignorant little jerks.”"
Each second the earth is struck hard
by four and a half pounds of sunlight.
Try to imagine that.
No wonder deep shade is what the...