Feminist Flounderings (or Thorne's Identity Crisis)

"Whooooo are youuuuu?", The caterpillar asked.
"Well sir, I'm not exactly sure at present", replied Alice. "At least, I knew who I was when I got up this morning, but I must have changed a thousand times since then."

We interrupt our regular programming for an official Thorne's World identity crisis. Regular programming will return next Venusday and tomorrow is looking alot like a surprise Sexual Sinday.

Given my recent rant about the FFF/WOC issue, and now, having been made aware of

"I saw one woman, Renegade Evolution, harrased and threatened to the point where she has now agreed to never speak on feminist issues again."

via Disgusted Beyond Belief in a post entitled: My thoughts on Feminism (as I now head for cover), I'm quite at a loss. I've also been reading alot at Fetch me my axe where a very human woman and feminist (I think she has not yet eschewed the term), and her very human readers make alot more sense than the milque toast mumblings over at Feministing, which I feel are a thin veneer over a sea of judgment and vitriol after FFF/WOC... and now I discover this fucking vile and poisonous attack on tranpersons under the supposed umbrella of feminism!!! While reading there, I'm offered innocuously in the form of a question to consider this piece of garbage masquerading as some sort of feminist political theory, and by the time I got finished with that bag of shit I was just fucking sick at people again.

Fuck this buncha idiots.

Self centered, poisonous, judgmental, wastes of oxygen. This kinda crap is the reason I'm spending more and more time over at Feminist Critics. I'm seriously trying to evaluate if feminism is a movement with which I choose any longer to identify. Or if it has been poisoned and subverted by this current brand of feminism, whatever exactly it is.

I am so offended to think that the feminism I know and love and have held dear for so long has been usurped by these violent poisonous assholes.

*sigh*

Okay, anybody reading this who can help me discover if this blogosphere insanity is a phenomenon in and of itself or if it actually a reflection of the real world, please do. I'm begging. I'm fuckin' dyin' here.

And why do I question the possibility of peace? This crap is one of the reasons.

Blah... Blah... Blaaaahhhhg. That's Right; I Said Blog!!

Free speech (But only if we're willing to use it!) A great excuse to post beautiful naked women exercising their right to free speech. And KS thought a pair of panties 'shopped over her head was bad!!!)
Blog craziness. People are freakin; out! I mean, I'm lovin' this whole bloggin' thaaaang, ya know?? Shheee. Write about what you know, right?? What you love. And is it soooo cool ('scuze me, that would be: "kewl") that peeps will actually stop by. Check out what a gal's got to say. And me?? I love to read; to learn.
And is this super good form. Good habit, good practice? Yup. Good stuff, this. Write every day. Read alot. Maybe too much. Kinda funny really. Addiction is addiction. Obsession. Still, what the fuck, right?
30 something killed in VA and everybody's got some kinda bullshit to write about it. Op/Ed. Idiots.

Then I'm cruising around today, and there's this like, plague of despair among alot of really GOOD bloggers!!! What's up with that?? It's because if we care... we care. Hmmm.

Are the Flamers and Trolls, the haters and idiots having a crisis of identity? Of hopelessness?

NO!!

Because one thing that the idiots know is that:

Propaganda works!!
That's right. It works.

If you keep saying something enough people will believe it. The hate mongers and Dominists and religionists... The Jerry Falwells, and George Bushes... the Rush mother-fuckin' Limbaughs. They know it.

They just keep spewing crap. Do they wonder if it's helping, if it's working?? Nope. They just keep on keepin' on.

And that's what we do, too. We have to. We must. Because there are more of us. Really; it's true. There are more of us who are against the hate, the poison, the violence.

Problem is we're sensitive souls.
Gentle spirits.
Pacifists, tree huggers, pussy fucking liberals.

And we feel. We hurt for the people who are tortured, who die and suffer loss needlessly. We feel despair and hopelessness of the constant, ongoing protest. Because we're not using poison as our fuel. We don't have the raw hate to sustain us that those assholes do.

We have love. And empathy. And conscience. And heart.

And these things are NOT self sustaining and self perpetuating the way hate is. These things are fragile and defenseless. So we need to nurture and protect them, and each other. We need to allow our love and light to feed and sustain us; those of us who would see change, who would educate, inform, help bring about peace and awareness.

And it's hard and sometimes lonely and thankless work. But we are all connected in it and we just keep goin'. We keep feeling it, and voicing it.

Because if I'm not part of the solution I'm part of the problem.
Because it's what we can do.
Because it's what we do.

I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’
It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they’d write me a letter
Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over

Not ready To Make Nice
--Dixie Chicks


Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting

I’m through with doubt
There’s nothing left for me to figure out
I’ve paid a price
And I’ll keep paying

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should

I know you said
Can’t you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it

I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’
It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they’d write me a letter
Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting