I can’t tell you what my body count is, other than a lot. When I was 22 I tried to count. I hit 13, got depressed people would think I was a slut, and wiped my tears with some sex.
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In April of 2011, in Toronto, Canada women gathered en masse to change the narrative surrounding rape and rape culture. “Slut Walk” in 2014 is transformed into a global movement to end rape culture and sexual violence against women.
Created in protest to a Toronto Constable advising women on a college campus to not dress provocatively to avoid sexual assault, Slut Walk reminds society that a woman’s attire is not an invitation to violate her. Currently a global movement, there are Slut Walks in the United States, Canada, Singapore, India, and several Latin American nations.
Victim Shaming and victim blaming is seen frequently when the discussing sexual assault. Often we hear questions about a woman’s sexual history, the amount of alcohol she may or may not have digested, and the old standard what was she wearing. These questions move the blame of the attack to the victim, implying unfairly that she is in some way responsible for her own attack. Slut Walks hope to change the topic, and reveal the truth: the only one responsible for an attack, is the attacker. Period!
Slut Walk is about empowering women to speak out and reminding society that rape and sexual assault is not about lust. The cultural misconception is that a woman can invite assault needs to be addressed and Slut Walk is one of many ways we can change this conversation. To learn more about Slut Walk and Sexual Assault Awareness you can visit the website of Slut Walk Seattle or search for a walk in or near your city
It was October of 2010 when I converted to Buddhism.
It was October 31, 2014 when I stopped chanting.
I am often told that to get through this time I should rely on my faith. I have none at the moment.
I haven’t looked to the heavens for anything since that date.
Yesterday was the first time I thought about chanting. I immediately dismissed that idea. It wasn’t until writing a few moments ago I realized why.
I first heard this song in the movie Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Continue reading
Get Bill Maher the fuck outta here yo. Continue reading
This song reminds me of a girl crush.
This post is about walking though. I haven’t driven since 2010 or so. Taking care of Bonnie & Clyde meant owning a car had to wait. I use rentals and share cars when the budget allows but mostly I take SEPTA or I walk.
It was easy at the old house. There were stores all within 5 blocks of me selling everything from vodka, to steak, to those famous Philly Cheesesteaks, to toilet paper. I never had to go far to get what I needed to hold us over until a big box run.
At LaLa’s things are waaay different. There aren’t stores here. Sure there is a bodega on the corner but it’s not like the bodega from my old hood. To get stuff…..I have to walk and take the bus.
Ive put on a good 30 pounds since the incident. Well since coming home from Belmont. I feel all 30 of those pounds too. My knees creak, my ankles swell, and with the increase in dosage of the seroquel, I am at risk of putting in more weight. I’ve walked every day almost since I got out of the hospital. Some short some longer but I’ve walked.
When I walk I feel those pounds in my lower back and knees but I walk anyway. It’s low impact cardio, which will help keep 30 from turning into 50. It is also part of my resolution to try something different. I suck at trying to kill myself, so I choose to see how good I can be at living.
I had to let my gym membership go, but I can walk.
Walking will do until I am able to jog.
Running? Yeah, that is reserved for when someone is chasing me. Today……I walk.