Yes, it IS your responsibility.

I am a proud and unashamed feminist among many other things…

I remember when I ‘discovered’ feminism. And soon I was enthralled, it was everything I felt so alone on among my peers and it led me down the path of… Struggling. Struggling to make a difference, and taking the world’s problems as my responsibility to fix in whatever way I can manage.

This wasn’t BS feminism that gets portrayed as hateful and full of vengeance that I had heard, and even one point joked about.

This was the type of feminism that is guided by love, compassion, and empathy for every other creature. That’s it, nothing more nothing less. It doesn’t need defining parameters, everyone is equally deserving. That means MY fight is not over as a human, until everyone else’s fights are won and we are finally living as intended.
The type of feminism that means it is my responsibility to use my white privilege to defend those that are fighting for things I as a white woman to soceity, despite my valid struggles, will never be able to understand. Because by random chance I lack melanin, and they don’t to varying degrees, thus by the beauty of nature we all look different.
You, as a white person, did absolutely nothing to “become white” and yet you benefit from that every single day of your life. Which may or may not be “your fault” but that doesn’t detract from the fact that you are privileged for no damn reason. Which is equally ridiculous as anyone else being hated (to put it lightly), and faceing far far more obstacles, because the skin color they were born with.
If you can’t swallow your damn inflated pride and acknowledge that fact, and make it your job to fight for your fellow man against a system made to destroy them, then you are actively part of the problem.

Can you walk up to the next person of color you see and tell them that things being “the way they are” is personally their fault and they should be held responsible and their children punished before even being old enough to understand the world?

That’s right, you can’t. You can claim all the things you think “prove you aren’t racist”, if you aren’t able to do that, and at the same time aren’t doing anything to change what you clearly know is wrong, then please take a seat and explain to me how you aren’t taking active part in racism.

To All My Fellow White Women Marchers: Use Your Privilege Against the System For Others

The fight for women’s rights and equality is what opened my world to feminism. Not BS feminism that gets portrayed as hateful and full of vengeance.
The type of feminism that is guided by love, compassion, and empathy for every other creature. That’s it, nothing more nothing less that means that my fight is not over as a human, until everyone else’s fights are won and we are finally living as intended.
The type of feminism that means it is my fight and my responsibility to use my white privilege to defend those that are fighting for things I as a white woman, despite my struggles, will never be able to understand. Because by random change I lack melanin, and they don’t to varying degrees, thus by the beauty of nature we all look different.
You, as a white person, did absolutely nothing to “become white” and yet you benefit from that every single day of your life. Which may or may not be “your fault” but that doesn’t detract from the fact that you are privileged for no damn reason. Which is as asinine as anyone else being hated (to put it lightly), and faceing far far more obstacles, because the skin color they were born with.
If you can’t swallow your damn inflated pride and acknowledge that fact, and make it your job to fight for your fellow man against a system made to destroy them, then you are actively part of the problem. And you should be damn ashamed of that.

Please walk up to the next person of color you see and tell them that things being “the way they are” is personally their fault and they should be held responsible and their children punished before even being old enough to understand the world.
If you can’t do that, then you know damn well it’s wrong. And you have some serious thinking to do about if you are a good person or not.

AfroSapiophile

First of all ladies, I want to say how proud and inspired I was by the Women’s March and the continual protests I am seeing of women across the country. Seeing so many women peacefully making their concerns heard, taking to the streets, and refusing to normalize misogyny is a beautiful thing. Something I don’t think I would have believed possible after all the times I had heard feminists be called ugly dykes who just need to get laid, and seen my fellow women laughing at those jokes. So I want to thank each and every woman who walked, you are fucking brave and amazing and powerful.

So now what?

Women's March in D.C., 2017, AfroSapiophile. Photography Credit: Johnny Silvercloud

We have made our voices known, we pissed off Mr. Trump, we proved to the world and ourselves that we have serious numbers and serious concerns. But one thing keeps tugging at me, and that’s the difference in police response…

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What Ever Happened to all the Old Racist Whites from those Civil Rights Photos?

AfroSapiophile

What ever happened to those white folks from those old photos?

A few months ago from this day of publishing, I had an interesting discussion with a white guy at work.  The subject of riots came up.  Pretty much, he attempted to place a mass association of “riots” to Black Lives Matter protesters.  Fascinated with his thoughts (which severely lacked critical thinking), I throw him a critical thinking question:

“Do you think that Black Live Matter protesters, command riots?”

I had to repeat the question because he was in total shock, as if he walked from a train wreck, because he didn’t expect to engage in critical thinking.

detroit_race_riots Do you think MLK changed this white man’s bigoted social ideology?  Any of them?

He answered no, which was smart; they do not command riots to occur.  It’s a bit stupid to suggest such.  While he did concede the point that BLM…

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Letters to my therapist 

I lay awake in a near panic, most nights. Some nights I sleep blissfully, most nights I write a “pretend email” to my therapist. So I decided that I was going to share those thoughts here. 

I will allow myself 50 words at night to set the idea for recall tomorrow, then I have to go to sleep. 

That will, in theory, motivate me to actually get my brain together during the day. Because that rarely happens any more. The only downside to staying home, is how quickly one becomes comfortable being stupid and totally unaware. It’s so easy, which is a whole different conversation, to disconnect but that’s not a good thing. 

So now I’m motivated to get up and going in the mornings, sparking my brain back up, and finish my writing. Which hopefully will eventually open the door to other positive and engaging interactions… Which can only lead to more growth and change on many levels. And tada! she lives happily ever after. 

Or tada! I’ve fabricated my own meaning in life (because there is quite literally no meaning to life otherwise) and persued things that made me happy and bettered myself as well as the world around me…. And that’s it. That’s life, if you achieve that you “win”. 
So those letters will be stored here. I like to think maybe someday, the right person(s) will stumble upon them and find something helpful for themselves or someone they know. 

As the title says

Shit, I did that.

I’ve always wanted to start a blog, I probably registered a couple websites only to never return.

I had lots of “ideas” for a blog… But no real content. Every “idea” I had wasn’t right, it wasn’t something I actually knew enough about to write and not make a fool of myself. Or it was something that looked great and would be fun, but ya know… I quit. So then… There goes the blog.

Turns out, that’s because I didn’t really know much about anything, myself included.

Yep, this is gonna be a deep trip through the experience of being a, just quit my job not sure what I’m doing, trauma and abuse victim, sufferer, survivor (that one is still weird), confused, pissed off, scared shit less, often depressed, never at ease, and paranoid person.

It’s not as bad as it sounds,  my life has never been better.

 

Oh, and there’s cats… Lots of them. A dog. A Mermaid Princess. A healthy marriage. Lots of baggage. Lots more laughs. And probably a lot of me talking to myself about life… Which I realized duh! If you do that anyways… Just write it down and it’s  not “crazy” anymore, it’s “creative”. Who knew!

 

I’ve always said I sucked at Journaling… But I think that was because… I was all those things listed above and more, which seems like there ought to be plenty of content, but I was so numb and so gone… I wasn’t processing. I wasn’t living, or feeling, just avoiding and desperately distracting myself.  Journaling would let the hurt slip through, and I wasn’t ready. So I quit. Like most things.