I have a vested interest.

24 May


Good piece.

Originally posted on Tenure, She Wrote:

In the fourth grade, I was obsessed with marine science and sonar technology, and I’d spend Saturday afternoons watching The Hunt for Red October instead of Saved by the Bell. That summer, I toured a Navy sub in dry dock– my first time! — and I asked the officer leading the tour when we’d be going to the sonar room. “Sorry, kid. It’s classified,” he said. Masking my disappointment, I replied that it was okay, because I was going to be a sonar technician when I grew up, and I could wait until then. “But they don’t let girls on subs,” was the officer’s surprised reply, as he looked at me as if I’d sprouted horns. When I asked why not, he told me I wouldn’t want to be stuck on a sub with a bunch of smelly guys anyway. My “Then…why aren’t there submarines for just girls?” got no reply.

So, I have a vested…

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Internet News

22 May

You can carry on endlessly about how angry you are about everything and you can well be correct, but eventually you’re going to have to go outside.image

The Story of the Cat

22 May


My other new blog

Originally posted on ImNotSureAboutAnything:

Today was a good day. I killed.

I am born to kill. These creatures who attend me don’t understand that. They feed me stuff in cans, they call it “mouse food.” It doesn’t all taste the same though. And when I catch what they call “mouse,” and eat parts and then bring these creatures the rest of the bodies as a tribute, they are angry. And the heads of these things I catch and eat don’t taste like “mouse food” either.

Today, though, I caught and killed a flyer. I feasted on the breast and left mostly feathers. I will sleep well fed now.


Light is coming. I am by this thing the not-me creatures call “window.” I will lie here and sleep and warm and wait.


Time for more “mouse food.” The flyer pieces are gone. I don’t know what happens to them.

Light is gone. Air…

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White Trans Dude Invades Australian Aboriginal Community

22 May

Transgender woman Starlady explains why she moved to the desert six years ago

The transgender woman who grew up identifying as a gay man says she has never felt more like herself than with the world’s most ancient people in outback Australia.
The Queen of the Desert first started working with young people in indigenous communities in 2000 but moved to the desert permanently six years ago.
She says she spends her time working with youth, focusing on LGBTI issues and working with transgender girls and boys who would otherwise have no access to support services of any kind.
“But they still like to look good. To encourage their creative side, Starlady offers hairdressing and fashion workshops. She says the young people she works with love it.
“Bright colours like red, pink, orange, they already existed. I just helped develop their style. That’s been really exciting. They’ve got a really unique and edgy style that we don’t see anywhere else.”


How Women Live

21 May

Six women in Meerut village defy boycott, go to work

“Ostracised and slapped with a huge “fine” by the community panchayat for going to work, six women of this sleepy village, 60 km from the national capital, tell a story more complicated than that of patriarchy feeling threatened by the idea of financially independent women. Ten days into the boycott, the women have shown a rare courage, an inspiring story to emerge from a deprived community.
Geeta, Premwati, Ombiri, Suman, Pinki and Rekha belong to the most backward Nat community, and they have “broken the social norm” by going to work in nearby paper mills and meat factories.

The Nat panchayat, in a diktat issued on May 10, banned them from working in the factories. When they did not abide by the order, the panchayat ordered the 200 Nat families in the settlement to boycott the women and their families. The panchayat diktat states that if the women want to be a part of the community again, they will have to bear hundred lashes in public, pay a Rs. 1 lakh penalty for each person and stop going to work.”


H/t to Nomratha Fernandes

Investigation Open: You Can Help

21 May

Originally posted on Mancheeze:

Now it’s time to reflect on this. Having talked to many women targeted by men’s rights activists I’m not about to stop what I’m doing. As I told a sister on Twitter, I’ve had my spine damaged and so there’s nothing worse that can happen to me. I’m committed to helping my sisters, and in my mind I’m a Big Sister to many women who’ve been through exactly what I’m going through now, and some of them worse off because they have children with these abusers.

While Dan has attemped to doc drop me, admits he’s stalking me, and made that completely frivolous call to the Hamilton police, there’s a larger issue here. For the record, I respect the police, very much. I know their job is hard and I respect what they do.

Two wonderful constables visited me and the file is now active. That’s all I can…

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To be different from other girls: on misogyny, inside and out

20 May

Originally posted on culturallyboundgender:

I am not like other girls.

Perhaps you are here because you are not, either.  Some variation on the words “I’m different from normal girls” is one of the top reasons people come to this website from searching online.

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I am different from other girls.  For years, in my teens and early twenties, I said and believed this.  Now that I am older, and have met more people–particularly more people from many ages and walks of life–I realize what was really happening.  Believing myself to be different from other girls was the first step toward internalizing and then externalizing misogyny that took years to purge from my system.

The process by which woman is turned against woman is seductive, elegant.  Would you like to know more?

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I’m not like other women.  You begin by telling this lie that feels like a truth…

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