“Sleep with whoever will have you”, “We’re fighting for the rights of children, by not speaking with them and talking for them”, “We walked away because the sign said ‘No terfs’ allowed”. These are not the words of powerful women. These are not the words of Witches of Suffragettes. These are the words of TERFs.
Use your words kindly and wisely. Our Words Matter.
Watching the generation that mocks Greta Thunberg for being “overly emotional”. While having near break downs over the Health and Medical professionals using the word “chest”, to make others feels more comfortable about coming in . Is oddly satisfying. Whose being the overly emotional ones now! lol
Does this need to actually pointed out as well, to “grown ups” like Janice, Victoria … whatever her name is. That not all pregnant people are going to be that fetuses mother or parent? Not all babies and children end up with the person that gave birth to them.
Oh and now to the “chest feeding”. I can’t decide (and I’ve warned my mum and partner) whether or not to call it #chestfeeding or #wallawallabingbang feeding and see if the baby cares, or if my breasts suddenly “disappear”.
I wonder if we got this hysterical when we went from wifman, to women?
Words like everything else in life, changes. Linguistics actually do consider that language evolves, rather than changes. They usually change depend on that present society. Take the word “gay” as a good example. It used to be known as being happy and care-free. Now, it describes homosexuality. That’s probably only happened in the last 50 years or so.
I am Lauren, I am a women, I am a daughter, a sister, , a niece, a granddaughter, a teacher, a leader, a listener, a dancer, a basic bitch. I am a female, a thinker, a Goddess, a nerdess, a student, a researcher and full of faults.
If even one or all of these words, change or became useless tomorrow, it doesn’t matter. Because I will still be all of those still, just new words instead. Because I am still me and I am still here.
Erasing the word “woman”, doesn’t erase women. There’s no big pencil with a eraser on the end ready to erase “women” out, just because the WORD women doesn’t exist anymore. It didn’t happen when we went from wifman to women, and it wont happen. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, women and wifman are still here. Heck, we’re also called wimman, wibman.
Tell your TERF friends. And remind them, that hanging one’s existence entirely on one word, is not a good way to love yourself, and doesn’t do any good to your self esteem. Please don’t teach your children, that their entire existence depends on a word.
My great grand father has this on his grave head stone…My great grand father was also the one who was the reason, I was the only Year 12 to understand Shakespeare =D I truly believe that being true to yourself, is one of the hardest and most rewarding things you can do. I believe the greatest thing you’ll ever learn is how to love yourself.
If you had to sum up the whole human species in 3 words, what would those words be?
Heart, Evil and Weird.
Where is the strangest place you’ve relieved yourself? Obviously in an emergency situation.
I don’t think I’ve relieved myself some weird before. I have had to relieve myself a couple of times over the years on long walking tracks. But I don’t know if that’s “weird”…I mean, I’m out in nature…As “God” intended? It’s funny because a lot of my anxieties have to do with bathroom situations. Someone wouldn’t let me out of their new car, so I could run into a shop, or even a public bathroom. It’s almost like they want me to “let loose” in their new car? I didn’t, but it was really close. I was literally banging on the door to be let out. Ever since, I hate travelling, I hate being “trapped” and being in a car, or any transport. So who am I too judge?lol…Everybody does it!
What is the worst smelling place you’ve ever been?
I’ve never been to it, but my Aunt used to live near a mushroom farm. You didn’t even have to drive directly by it, to smell it. It didn’t put me off eating them either…But the smell, altogether, was atrocious.
How drunk is drunk enough?
When you blackout and you can’t remember what happened. That only happened to me once and I realised it was also connected to jagerbombs. As soon as I drink one, I’ll be sick about 30 minutes later. So I had two one time and blacked out. I was lucky that I was with people I could trust. I had taken a top off while I was asleep BUT I had a strappy top on still. The one I wore underneath the other top, but to this day I don’t remember taking off the outer top.
Gratitude Is An Attitude!
If you’d like, please list five things that are priceless to you.
Some members of my family,lol
My boyfriend =D
The furbabies…But they’re family too really,lol
There are some bits and bobs. For example, the last birthday card my Grandfather gave me before he passed.
A good book and good music…Sometimes at the same time!
This post kind of follows on from the post I wrote yesterday. My brain gets literally confused with certain people though. The people I wrote about yesterday, how they’re don’t think YouTube or Twitter should change at all. How they are so dead set against these platforms being safer and just better mentally for people.
They are probably the same people who say things like “reverse” racism for white people, or the people that pick and choose sentences from the 2A rather than the whole thing.
Too myself “reverse racism” means that you are not actually racist. Reverse doesn’t mean the same, it means the opposite. I also find it funny though (not really haha funny) that a lot of people who claim reverse racism, are usually white. What I find funny is that these white people don’t see the irony in trying to make a special racism meaning for white people either. You are either racist or your not. There’s no other word, no other meaning.
The challenge is to write a piece of historical fiction about it. There’s a
150 word limit. Try not to use the words tree & green.Tag 3 people to use the same genre of writing and this photo to create a post.
I was nominated by the lovely Nova to do this challenge. I just have to say it’s one of the most interesting challenges I’ve had so far. I hope I do it some justice! Do you know how hard it is to not write “tree”?lol
“The Dryads Crib”
Dryads are known for the affinity to the forests and the plants that they are born from. That they are fiercely protective of what is theirs. If a Dryad wanders to far away from the where they are too care for, they will whither and die. If it’s “crib” dies so does the Dryad.
The picture above is of what is also known as a “Dryads Crib”. It’s commonly known that when Dryads are born, they will tend to group the baby dryads together, much like a modern day delivery room. While in a cocoon type sleep, they will grow until they are eventually delivered, safely grown and protected from the roots, up.
This such an interesting challenge, I would like to challenge: