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Ridiculous feminist bluestocking crafter. BLM, ACAB, LGBTQIA+ fren. That ♿ chick. Nerd. Early 50's (I guess!), cishet single in SC. Dev Editor for manuscripts/dissertations. Mouth w/ no 🛑. AuDHD and PDA friendly. [email protected] for 📔 queries
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For all my extra gifted 80's and 90's kids who are discovering they are tired, burned-out adults:
Ordinary

My love, what if you
were not Nietzsche and I was not
Gloria Steinem. And I was not
Ruth Bader Ginsberg, or Laurel Thatcher Ulrich, and 
you were not
Isaac Newton, or Einstein, or Hegel, and we lived
Ordinary lives, here and there,
foraging for mushrooms in the swamps
and children's minds and sometimes find
ing chickory root for inflammation,
poke for lymphatic tincture, honey
for mead. What if sometimes you
sang in the kitchen while making bone broth
from chicken feet, and played happy 
snippets on the violin, and I
periodically baked bread in a clean 
(ish) kitchen, sang Broadway, laughed, and 
sometimes, we held hands in the grocery,
took kids to the Asian market, watched
Netflix with our eyes closed, spooned
in bed, and weren't the next
Nobel Prize Winner, breakout academic
Wunderkind, surprise New York Times
Best-selling magical fairy child. 
What if we went wild: Mowed lawns.
Got mail. Refused to live
up to the potential somebody wrote
on our report cards long ago, and instead
utterly wasted our lives
on loving and living and loving
and refused to yield to the expectations
that anything less fiscally responsible
is imprudent. What if what we saved
did not end up being millions, 
my sweet, but our own souls? And all along
there will be enough for the movies
sometimes, enough for croissants and
soft pretzels, and enough to sit
and do the crossword and kiss you goodnight. 
What if instead of being
memorable, we make memories,
responsible to not the whole world
but our world. And what if it is ordinary, and
we are inordinately enough.

Heather Harris-Bergevin
Ordinary

My love, what if you
were not Nietzsche and I was not
Gloria Steinem. And I was not
Ruth Bader Ginsberg, or Laurel Thatcher Ulrich, and 
you were not
Isaac Newton, or Einstein, or Hegel, and we lived
Ordinary lives, here and there,
foraging for mushrooms in the swamps
and children's minds and sometimes find
ing chickory root for inflammation,
poke for lymphatic tincture, honey
for mead. What if sometimes you
sang in the kitchen while making bone broth
from chicken feet, and played happy 
snippets on the violin, and I
periodically baked bread in a clean 
(ish) kitchen, sang Broadway, laughed, and 
sometimes, we held hands in the grocery,
took kids to the Asian market, watched
Netflix with our eyes closed, spooned
in bed, and weren't the next
Nobel Prize Winner, breakout academic
Wunderkind, surprise New York Times
Best-selling magical fairy child. 
What if we went wild: Mowed lawns.
Got mail. Refused to live
up to the potential somebody wrote
on our report cards long ago, and instead
utterly wasted our lives
on loving and living and loving
and refused to yield to the expectations
that anything less fiscally responsible
is imprudent. What if what we saved
did not end up being millions, 
my sweet, but our own souls? And all along
there will be enough for the movies
sometimes, enough for croissants and
soft pretzels, and enough to sit
and do the crossword and kiss you goodnight. 
What if instead of being
memorable, we make memories,
responsible to not the whole world
but our world. And what if it is ordinary, and
we are inordinately enough.

Heather Harris-Bergevin
srslymagenta.bsky.social
And as their fantasies get more specific and violent, the women who get punished for not being those other women
srslymagenta.bsky.social
That's his face, he just allows you to use it
srslymagenta.bsky.social
I really love a good amount of Jung, you just have to really be able to take only the useful stuff (of both). I'm more into learning about Internal Family Systems therapy, but...Jung isn't bad to fall asleep to, lol.
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They are. There's a stupid loophole here that Amway got put in in the seventies which makes them "technically not a pyramid scheme," even though they are quite obviously a pyramid scheme. It should be illegal and it's definitely immoral.
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The black and white cat opens his eyes... He knows. Will the intrusive thoughts win?
stacescases2.bsky.social
The way this orange cat is fighting his intrusive urge to slap his friend...
#TimelineCleanse
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He wouldn't really be a full ginger cat unless he specifically became a blur when the camera appears.
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I need a guy who is at heart a fully ginger Maine Coon cat. I'm a bit of a tortie, so....
srslymagenta.bsky.social
relationships, both with oneself and with one's partner, regardless of one's own gender or sexuality, or that of one's partner(s).

And YET HERE WE ARE
srslymagenta.bsky.social
and enjoy those things which formerly would be rejected within himself as "feminine," the very things we're seeing in politics as rejected as "girly," like compassion, empathy, honesty, nonviolence, sharing. By refusing to reject these supposedly feminine traits, it's easier to have healthy
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"could backfire" on you.

Ya think?

I hope someday there are a bunch more men who actually like women and like to be around them. It seems to me that if there is a balance in the Anima and Animus which Jung posits, without rejecting one or the other, a man could both enjoy healthy masculinity
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Listening to Jung be SUUUUPER sexist rn, bless. One thing I'm glad about-- we understand that it's not a woman's "demon spirit" nature that makes her be irrational when men argue misogynistically. Bless his heart. He literally just explained it's often tempting to hit or SA a woman, but that
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A lap cat, but make it a 3xl angora sweater
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This can count as cozy spook. It's gorgeous.
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ms-motorcyclemama.bsky.social
It’s completely ok to make your own sunshine while you wait for those amazing opalite skies 🫶🏻

#KeepGoing #YouveGotThis
#IBelieveInYou
“You had to make your own sunshine.
But, now the sky is opalite.”

Over an absolutely stunning opalite sunset reflecting over water.
srslymagenta.bsky.social
This photo is so, so targeted. His too tight shirt. His wispy hair. The perfect ear. They knew
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clairewillett.bsky.social
a lot of these blowhard pundits from the op-edigarchy who think they are the thought leaders of the party will never make a fraction of the impact of a Facebook group of white women in their 60s throwing fundraising teas to move the needle on abortion access at the grassroots level
clairewillett.bsky.social
my Aunt Kathleen, who passed away last February, was a lifelong Crafts Person and a Catholic fundraiser party hostess practically from the cradle. for the last decade she precision-targeted that energy toward pro-choice women Democrats in small-town NC. she was worth 100 dirtbag online leftbros
srslymagenta.bsky.social
Y'all, I'm not sure if this is awful or kind of cool.
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liberalcurrents.com
"The process of the United States being made into a new thing—a competitive authoritarian country that cannot be said to wholly resemble the America of 2024, much less the one of 2015—is wildly jarring." www.liberalcurrents.com/all-in-our-h...
All In Our Heads: On Losing Our Democracy and Life Beyond Our Imaginations
Our language has to meet the moment, and we have to be relentless about dispelling the fiction MAGA is selling.
www.liberalcurrents.com
srslymagenta.bsky.social
"oh, he's someplace..Albie?!" called f. Mother in law.

Around the corner came this BEAST! Sweetest cat that ever lived. Would lie on your chest and purr. But, it was like wearing a blanket- he covered you from chin to hips, not counting tail!
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My former sil accidentally adopted one back before they became cool. She had this tiny runt kitten somebody literally was giving away at Walmart in Oregon. We visited the day he arrived, so tiny. Six months later we visited again and said, where's Albert?
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bugsmaytrix.bsky.social
there's 2 90's imo

the nirvana ones and the not nirvana ones
merrittk.com
most decades don't start until a few years in but i believe that the 90s only actually lasted from roughly 1993 to 1998