This is a must read folks. The economic global system we are forced to live under must go.
Center has been lost
Chakras not finding balance
I seek answers from within
In council with the Divine
I believe The Way
I can feel it in my soul
Though at times muddled
Living in Light and in Love
Brings life into perspective
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
There is always more than one reality…
[Trigger warning: transphobia]
This post has been written for about 6 months now but I’ve been hesitant to post it. I think I didn’t want it to come across too harshly or really have the energy to deal with any potential backlash from this but you know what? As my good friend quite rightly said earlier:
‘No change ever happens unless injustice is challenged.’
So, here’s me challenging it. And it also acts as a warning to those who are going/considering going in terms of what to expect.
One of my new year’s resolutions was to get more involved in activism in Nottingham and a week or so later, after publishing said blog post, I came across the planning meeting for Nottingham Women’s Conference 2014… Talk about great timing! I must admit though, I was in two minds about deciding whether or not to be involved but I’ll get…
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One of the things that I think makes me a terrible transgender person, is that I have a hard time accepting the tropes and cliches of my culture and community. Among these tropes that I loathe is the obsession with clothing. To give you an idea of how much I loathe it, the closest thing I have to a “Designer Label” is Eddie Bauer thermals I get at Sam’s Club. That’s right, I don’t even shop at the haute coture warehouse stores. Jewelry? Do leather cuffs count and hemp bracelets count? Only if you’re transitioning into Johnny Depp. Obsessive levels of feminist activism? I barely comprehend gender equality issues. I would go so far as to say that I get about as far as being pro-choice, but then I waffle about the complications of that too. However, I think the one trope of being transgender I hate the most is…
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I am at present trying to guide my own daughter to navigate the waters of social sexual interactions with young men and older. I tell her how to read men’s signs and to listen to her intuition and not to be afraid to speak up. To speak up should not equate to misreading a situation but to be open to dialogue in negotiating a shared space of and for respect. I keep having these conversations daily with my daughter in different contexts and using different language.
This post is actually a primer to another post I’ll get around to writing sometime, in which I make the argument that that there are racial and sexual implications in men (physically or otherwise) attacking women’s hair. In this particular post there are two themes: the importance of reading nonverbal cues (which is incidental) and the adamant denial by men that their less overtly sexual actions are tempered by any kind of sexual desire or rage. The reason I point this out is because I know there is going to be some jackass out there who accuses me of thinking so highly of myself that I would assume a man physically attacking my hair is sexualizing me without my consent. But that is exactly what he is doing, under the guise of non-sexualized violence.
You see, when it comes to anything related to male desire trumping your personhood, men do…
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A great piece which captures a new Morning perfectly
A fascinating piece taking a look behind the poets mask.