Sunday, November 27, 2016

Dear Darklings,

thank you for letting me get it out
thank you for reading here
thank you for not being The Kleenix Lady (she is the lady in AA who as soon as you start crying she rushes up with a tissue and a gentle warning to stop crying for fuck sake you're upsetting everyone)
thank you for your blogs your writing your bravery your honesty your hurts your loves your joy


Blogger liv said...

That was hard writing. Sometimes I hate everyone and everything - except you and the good blog women who I read and read me. Everyone a jewel. You're a jewel.

November 28, 2016 at 12:08 AM  
Blogger Ms. Moon said...

And thank you.

November 28, 2016 at 6:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thank you too, Rebecca.
p.s. I'm so proud of you for calling out that man's breast mockery. So very proud!!

November 28, 2016 at 6:34 AM  
Blogger Radish King said...

Oh Liv, thinking of you this morning and I agree my family of women here and a few good men. A true family.

November 28, 2016 at 8:29 AM  
Blogger Radish King said...

Mary Moon, you are incredible you know. Your "average" days are so full of wonder and honesty and babies and gardens and kitchens. Amazing rich and full.

November 28, 2016 at 8:30 AM  
Blogger Radish King said...

Barbara, thank you thank you. I was truly horrified. Once when I was young sitting in a cafe with my young man two other men came over and said they had placed a bet on what my bra size was. I have rarely been so humiliated and I have never forgotten it. And women were being cruel on his post too! I believe this soon to be administration opens the door wide on sexual harassment and cruelty. A good time to escape the city indeed.

November 28, 2016 at 8:33 AM  
Blogger Radish King said...

ps. Not that cruelty doesn't exist in the so called sticks but there are WAY fewer people to administer it.

November 28, 2016 at 8:34 AM  
Blogger Marylinn Kelly said...

Any sort of shaming, even in private, is a poisonous thing. What you wrote of, I don't understand such meanness, a need to feel superior that is so desperate. I started wearing a bra in the 4th grade and you know it started happening then. No one's body is another person's business. No one's anything belongs to anyone else. I am glad to be in the quiet of my home and not out there, cameras everywhere. Lurching awkwardly to another topic, moving, new house, first-new-ever beds and living room furniture. No wonder I continue to believe in impossible things for I continue to see them happen. Hurrahs by the carload! xo

November 29, 2016 at 1:58 PM  
Blogger Elizabeth said...

I'm in one of those fuck everyone and everything moods today. It's due to the Cheeto elect, of course, and his Shakespearean band of fools. The melancholy and paralysis has set in. That story you told of the Facebook monster -- well -- fuck him, too.

November 29, 2016 at 11:11 PM  

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