Talk about being revictimized!

I don’t know how many of you heard about the woman who was arrested after reporting being raped. And the story just gets better after that. Even though she had been taken to a rape crisis center and prescribed Emergency Contraception, a jail worker refused to give her the second dose of the drug because it was against her morals.

What is this world coming to when a woman who has been raped is arrested for a charge from when she was a minor that she wasn’t even aware of. I’ve heard of some bad paperwork errors, but I’m pretty sure this one takes the cake. I’m so mad I can’t even see straight.

As someone who was raped, I can’t imagine it being followed by spending time in jail and then being denied contraception. How inhumane can you get? This kind of treatment is completely unacceptable not to mention unconscionable.

If you are interested in sending a letter to the Sheriff’s Office, you can click here.

What perfect example of the rape tolerance we have in this country. I mean this is real terrorism that has been going on for decades and yet we are spending gajillions of dollars fighting terror in the Middle East while women in our own boarders are jailed after reporting a most heinous act of violence.

It’s moments like this that I can’t help but see the male privilege shining through.

Another one bites the dust!

signed, sealed, delivered - or soon to be. I just sent in my fourth (count ‘em one, two three, four) graduate school application. I can’t wait to get back into school!

So, not kidding you, I posted a blog about synchronicity five days ago and last night I was reading this week’s chapter of The Artist’s Way and what is one of the first things that the author brings up? You guessed it! Synchronicity! I would say that it is random, but that would be missing the message.

After the discussion of synchronicity she talks about how if you want something and say it is going to happen, you’ll find a way to make it happen. I know this sounds like the age old “You can do anything if you blah blah blah,” rhetoric, but this time it really stuck with me. The author talks about how when you ask people about a success they’ve had and how they achieved it, they don’t talk about one big break, but mostly a series of fortunate events. I can see it in my own life. How did I get a job where I’m paid to be a feminist? I can’t point at one event that got me here, but more a chain of events (some seemingly good and others not) that put me in what I see to be a very fortunate place.

It makes sense, though. If you are always so busy trying to find the way to achieve something before you say it is going to happen, it is a lot easier to lose sight of. It’s the invisibility of an unspoken goal. When you say “I’m going to get a degree,” you find a way to make it happen, one step at a time. As we will it, so shall it be.

I’m going to go to grad school.

I’m going to go to grad school.

I’m going to go to grad school.

I’m going to go to grad school.

Now just wait. I bet you it will happen.

And to top it all off, today I received my registration for Shug. Today, the last day that my 7-day offer from Carmax is good for. I was sure the offer would expire before I would get the last document to be able to sell her, sure that the much needed money I had locked away in the form of a 1987 Jeep Wrangler would remain parked in the lot behind my work. What are the odds, really, that my registration would come four days early?

I just wonder, where was all this goodness in 2006? Not that I’m complaining.

2007 = my new best friend

You always remember your first

So here it is – something I’ve been working toward for years and coming to fruition, even if it isn’t exactly what I want. I started this site in an attempt to answer the perpetual questions that I get living as a queer woman in this less-than-enlightened society and vent about my experiences fitting in (or not) to an either-or culture.

Although I don’t think that my sexuality is the foundation of my personality, I would argue that there are very few aspects of my life that aren’t impacted by it. From not being able to find a woman to date (they all seem to think I’m straight) to being rejected by some of my gay friends for being interested in men, I feel like I can’t please anyone. One or the other, just pick.

That being said, don’t think everything here is going to be about my sexuality. This is the story of my life and times of sexual ambiguity just trying to make it through the day-to-day that can bring down even the most “normal” of people.

Let me know if there is anything I can do along the way to make the ride more enjoyable.

Wish me luck!

~SLL~