For the moment, we are all Aly Raisman, realizing that a man we trusted has violated us. We are Hope Solo, realizing that the man who heads our sport feels entitled to grab our ass. We are Rose McGowen, realizing that even though we’ve been raped by a powerful man, no one is listening.
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Not that anyone will notice (I’ve unintentionally done my best to kill off this web site), but I’m going to be testing “hard to kill”, using this space to tinker with some new infrastructure designs, over the next few months.
Visions And other annoying phenomena are part and parcel of my existence lately. I don’t know where all this is headed. But I do feel like it’s headed somewhere. Even if that’s just me in a straight-jacket.
I don’t write often. That much is obvious. It’s been pointed out to me that when I do write something here, it’s almost always sexual or Pagan in nature. Well… yeah. Those seem to be the issues where my buttons get pushed the most.
I’ve been receiving messages lately from “friends” on Facebook. I use the quotations not to be disparaging, but because these are people I’ve never met in person. We’ve never broken bread together. We’ve never partied in downtown Asheville. Better to have a life.
FROM DA TWITTERS
- Oreo Cookies and Breasts. A Perfect Combination! July 16, 2012
- No Faith-Based Compassion For Raven Litzau June 12, 2008
- Becoming MahaKali March 17, 2013
- We Are All Aly Raisman November 14, 2017
- Testing Hard to Kill December 26, 2016
- I Dreamt of Ganesha December 21, 2016