Subversive, Political Literature and Homegrown, DIY Publishing
No one cares about me. I don’t mean that in a fishing-for-sympathy-pathetic-loser-ish sort of way. I just mean it as a calm statement of fact. My 90-year-old father is in the ICU tonight for a non-COVID-related medical condition. In the coming days, he’ll have… Continue Reading “Most Depressing Post Ever. Do Not Read.”
There seems to be this idea among many who call themselves feminists that patriarchy amounts to nothing more than men being in charge of stuff, and if only women were in charge of stuff, everything would be better. This belief is both insufficient and… Continue Reading “Patriarchy is not what you think it is. It’s way worse.”
Welcome to where politics, emotion, and spirituality meet! I live in Grand Junction, Colorado, which is renowned as being one of the most conservative counties in the state. Extremely conservative, in fact. I, most certainly, am not extremely conservative, as I’m sure you’ve guessed.… Continue Reading “Welcome to Dysfunction Junction!”
While US TV talks about Iran and Impeachment, an entire continent full of animals is burning to death. I remember back in the ’90’s, it was a thing among a certain segment of the environmental activist community to openly grieve and mourn the loss… Continue Reading “Mourning Australia”
Is anyone else as exhausted as I am right now? I mean, I’m always kinda feeling that around the holidays, especially if I have to travel and see family. It’s very stressful, no matter what, every year. But, there’s something about this year that… Continue Reading “Merry Effing Xmas”
Why did we build a system dependent upon “competition?” (Yes, Capitalism. Yes, Patriarchy. I’m talking about you.)
Whenever he is in a bad mood, I go outside. Whenever he interrupts me to criticize the content of the sentence I have yet to finish, I go outside. Whenever he argues with me when I’m agreeing with him, I go outside. Whenever a… Continue Reading “I go outside.”
In all sincerity, I want this blog, in addition to being a snarky indictment of far-right extremism, to be a place where womyn can find some validation, healing, and support, particularly womyn who, like me, are opinionated, decidedly leftist, and have been through some… Continue Reading “The Politics of Being an Asshole”
I am not hip. I know this. I’m not ashamed. I don’t know what all the emojis mean. Nor do I really care. I don’t use the word “woke,” nor do I call people “basic,” nor do I use the word “adult” as a… Continue Reading “I am NOT hip.”