Blood Runs Cold

I have never experienced what it feels like for your blood to run cold- except when I have been scared out of my wits- until tonight. This time, it was a sensation that stayed with me and didn't leave- it pierced down to my bones and knawed at my marrow. It made my heart thud against my sternum and left me short of breath- it made me feel alone- yet calloused.

...and please note I did not congratulate you- there is nothing to congratulate when all you did is roll over and play dead.

The Feminist Male

I truly have a respect for men who are not ashamed to make the claim that they are feminist. But then there are those that may not necessarily claim to be feminists, but claim to be progressive thinkers on women's issues- and prove to be anything but.

In my mind- they are public enemy number one for all women. They are men who claim to respect women, yet throw them away with each day's trash. They are the ones that claim to break the patriarchical structure, yet saddle women with the yoke of that oppression.

I am not saying that there cannot be feminist males, but rather, an understanding of what is means to be "progressive" on women's issues- what does it mean to have the lived experience of being a women- and understanding that there is a diversity of women's experiences and how they interpret and interact with their perceptions of reality.

Random Thought at 3 in the Morning

I have always found it slightly tragic/odd/whatever when someone's parents are infinitely cooler than they are- it makes you wonder what happened along the way......

Oh to rectify mistakes- chances not taken and risks unwisely chosen- making the worse decision of two set before you. grr...