I'm not a "feminist."  But I agree with most of the stuff women who consider themselves Feminists say.  Today though, I draw the line.  Transwomen coming in and defining what the conversation about women should be.  Like, here's the talk we need to have: why do we view victims as more legitimate and wise than non-victims (of WHATEVER!)?  It's like we learned nothing from that period in the 80s where we were all regressing ourselves to our "inner child's" level and wallowing in our pain.  Don't get me wrong: I did TONS of it.  Well, I think we did learn something--that is to say, we constructed a meaning from those events.  I think that the meaning we constructed was fallacious, however: we knee-jerk decided that ya can't blaim.  Ya gotta forgive and move on.  Blah blah blah.  But what I think was really there was that we have a REAL ATTRACTION TO OUR OWN PAIN.  We need to be heard, we want to have it validated.  I think that was the GEM.  But instead in our society, we want to shield ourselves against pain, and because it's hollering to be heard, anyone else's is so threatening.  Certainly have few of us the emotional reserves or skills to set our own shit aside for a minute and just listen. Ahu is shouting out a LOT of pain, dying for someone to hear, but doing it in a way that gets everyone to tell her to shut up!  Oh sister, I relate!

The purpose of this blog is to say the stuff that people don't say.  Things that either seem so OBVIOUS, like that I'm fat, I disfigure myself, I occasionally, sometimes daily, yell at my son, or that Portland Police Suck.  And my intention is to stay completely anonymous, which I guess means I won't be saying, Hey, read my blog!  But I am certain anyone who would find it interesting would have to be in themselves pretty interesting, regardless of appearances.  See how arrogant that sounded?  But guess what.  I think that.  Usually I don't admit it, and I'd wager many people don't. 

Once in my first year of college, I was in an intro psych class, and the teacher asked us to anonymously write down 5 words to describe ourselves.  Then we were asked to do the same regarding "other people."  Invariably people held a much higher opinion of themselves than of others.  (Of course, the depressed girl in the back didn't admit that she was the opposite, cuz she felt stupid saying so.  Which is too bad, because she would have realized that she was NOT the only one.)  And yet people who go around saying it out loud are quickly run out of town.

By the way, I'm feeling very smug about this piece of writing, but I'm also stoned right now.  So, my perceptions may be way off. 

I'll tell you tomorrow how my opinion compares when straight.  However, that might not last long as I find myself intolerably boring when straight. 

Oh goll, I just got an optical migraine; gotta go.  Screen's disappearing.  I love these things!