I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving
I Write To Stop Time
I’m a little bit venting here.
I am learning, on the Twittersphere, and one of the fucking consequences of overturning Roe v. Wade is that uterus-having patients with lupus and other kinds of rheumatoid issues are being denied medication – needed medication – because these meds MIGHT cause a miscarriage. Not that these people are trying or want to become pregnant, not they they are pregnant, but just the fucking uterus inside them is enough.
Continue reading “Fist Shaking yet Raised”Yesterday was another day to Stand On Every Corner, and, for the first time in a new location, I stood alone.
Last May, I wrote a post about a fellow blogger, Rarasaur. She was about to be put into prison for a crime she didn’t commit, (here’s her story here) and I was moved by the wickedness of a criminal “justice” system that essentially bullied an innocent person.
I saw an update on her today – she’s getting out of prison after 15 months. 15 months. The Wee One wasn’t even a twinkle in my eye, I was still living in St. Louis, I was still working, but I wasn’t a rennie yet.
I’d thought about her several times over the past few months, and I was glad to learn that she’s getting out (hence this post passing the good news on.)
I have talked a little bit about Ferguson about this blog, and I’ve talked about social justice and privilege as well. I want to be an ally in the effort to change the system that eradicates these privileges, but I’m not too sure how to do that, or how to do it effectively. Really be an ally and not “a great white savior,” ’cause I’m not.
They’re not going to indict the police officer who shot and killed an unarmed 18 year old, and there are a lot of strong reactions.
I was raised in and have spent most of my life in or around St. Louis. I love this city, and it’s county. Having said that, I’m going to write truthfully and admit that my city, to its detriment, is fucked up in some bass-ackward ways. It is highly segregated, both along class and race lines. Continue reading “Tin Soldiers and Nixon Coming”
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 