Yet another reason why I love this woman

If I haven't said it before...Ani DiFranco kicks so much ass.

Although I believe I have.

Here's (yet another reason) why! Ani Q & A on Venus Zine

My favorite part:

In response to why she chose to have a homebirth and would she do so again...

"I would definitely choose a homebirth again despite the fear mongering of this patriarchal society, which convinces women that they are incapable of having babies without the intervention of men and their machines. I look at societies where women are marginalized and oppressed their whole lives (even covered head to toe in tarps!) but are still in control of birthing practice, in a whole new way now. I mean, who is really more advanced?"

I need her to be my baby mama...too bad somebody's got that covered.

Just to get something out

After having weird dreams for two nights I had a seemingly unrelated thought process this morning. However, unrelated as it may be, I can't stop milling it around. I tend to think, at times like this, that if I keep going over it I will figure out the answer. That rarely happens. So I decided I would get it out so maybe I can at least stop milling it around.

Growing up I had a pretty good childhood. My parents were happily married. These were my perceptions.

I was nineteen before I found out any different. And it shattered my world for a very long time. I guess parts of it are still shattered. I felt like my whole life had been a lie to some degree. Now, today, I am wondering. They (my parents) felt as if they were doing their best for me by keeping the ugliness away from me. But eventually I was bound to find out the ugliness anyway. And when I did I think it was more damaging than if I had just lived through it and learned to accept it in the first place.

There is not point to this really. I just needed to active processing.

But if you do know why I've been dreaming about huge houses, let me know.

Understanding the T in GLBT

I believe I’ve stated elsewhere in my blogs that I am a curious person by nature. When I come across something I am unfamiliar with, I learn. I take that opportunity to broaden my mind and take in new information.

This morning I stumbled upon the T in GLBT. Now I knew what this stood for...transgendered (sometimes transsexual) for those who don’t know. But I didn’t really understand what defined a person as trans. And when I don’t know...I have to find out.

Thank you Google!

I met some really awesome people via the little phenemon known as Google search. I like going through the images. Because then you come across articles but get pictures also. That’s why I say I met them. The faces I saw as I read became so real to me.

The main reason I went in search of scratching my perverbial curious itch this morning was for understanding. I didn’t understand all the verbage or who is called what and I needed to understand that. Not that I currently know any transgendered people personally, but I hope that one day my life is enriched by enough people that I would know some of every type of person.

Anyone can be transgendered. Normal, everyday people. It’s not a disease. It’s not a choice. It’s not an affliction. Although the mental anguish some of these people go through in their biological gender can be. I can’t imagine what that must feel like. The strength and true contentment of so many of the transgendered people I saw is what amazed me.

I didn’t write this today to try to make you understand. Only to say that I wanted to understand. I wish we could all live that way. Seeking to understand what we don’t, rather than being afraid of it. And hating it. How small the world must be to live that way.