I stopped describing myself as a feminist a long time ago.
I was a teenager, I reckon, or at the very most early twenties. This was, what, 1994? I looked around at the world and I said to myself "Yep, I'm not gonna call myself a feminist anymore. What I'm going to do instead is treat people how they should be treated. Treat everyone equally. I'm going to live as though equality has been achieved, because hey, that's what gonna happen. It's inevitable. In fact, it's almost here. We have six years left until the twenty-first century, for God's sake. Equality is a stone's throw away."
And that's what I thought.
We had come so far as a culture, as a world, and I could only see this continuing. I could only see gender equality in our future. I could only see a world where racism and homophobia had staggered off into the corner to die a quick, indifferent death. I could only see a world increasingly populated by young people with young ideas, with young attitudes. No more bigotry. No more extremism. The future was open and free, and it was a beautiful place to live.
In many ways, I was hopelessly naive. In other ways, I wasn't. I was practical. I was logical. This was the future.
But then the future changed.
I don't understand the world anymore. I don't understand why it is the way it is. So many countries and continents seem intent on going backwards. Anti-gay laws abound in Africa. America's red states are spreading, blissfully ignoring the achievements of one of their most successful presidents. Extremism is rampant throughout the world. People are scared. Nationalism is rising. Conservatism is taking over. Our politicians are actively lying to us and our police forces, who are meant to protect us, the people, have become an army of corporate thugs.
And gender equality? What the hell has happened there?
It's as if the tide has gone back out, and it's washed away all the promise and potential that I thought we had achieved. I think we had achieved it, mostly, but the problem was that it hadn't been secured, it hadn't been nailed down, and it didn't take much for that tide to take it all away from us.
There are words I never wanted to use in this blog. Chief amongst them is rape. So I do apologise to my younger readers here, I sincerely do. But rape culture is spreading. A girl goes out to a nightclub and she is practically guaranteed to be leered at and groped. This behaviour is seen as normal. It's seen as unexceptional. This is something girls steel themselves for because they know it's coming and there's nothing they can do about it.
It's everywhere. It's accepted. A football player imprisoned for rape is allowed to train back at his old club upon his release. He's allowed once again to take his place alongside a team of men that tens of thousands of young lads look up to. What does this say to those young lads who have yet to form their own opinions on what is and what is not acceptable when it comes to girls?
A so-called comedian bases his entire persona around rape culture. A "pick-up guru" tours the world teaching men how to score with women by overpowering them. GamerGate happens. Twitter abuse happens. #NotEveryMan happens. Understanding is shunted off to one side. Sensitivity and empathy are ejected in favour of instant offence and vitriolic reaction. But if they'd listen, if these offended men would just listen, they could maybe understand why women feel threatened. And next time they go to step into an elevator that just has one lone woman inside it, maybe they'll think again, and wait for the next one. Because is a little inconvenience really worth the risk of making another human being worry when you're alone together? Is your pride worth that?
When I was younger, I assumed the world would continue to improve. I was wrong. I assumed I could act as if everything was okay, because everything would eventually be okay. I was wrong there, too.
So, I am once again describing myself as a feminist. It's only a big deal to me, but then it only has to be a big deal to me. It's a personal acknowledgement that if I want to change the world, I have to fight for it.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
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*Hulk passes through a mere image of Loki*
(It's ok, don't worry)
(if youre sure, the offer still stands)
*stops, looking around*
Loki...? D:
*is holding a small metal tube in her hand, with intricate alien carvings on it*
You have killed a vampire, so you deserve to die. I am offering you a way out, and you are arguing.
(*supports you while you huggle me*)
(*smiles* today is the day ^^)
(Don't worry, you continue. Ed can have a journey)
(okay then ^^)
*sits next to Emma and hugs her gently, awkwardly*
Blackwolf: *meets Inky head on, snarling and snapping at her side's*
Annabelle: *backs up, close to the floor, ears flicked back, not knowing what to do*
Sil2: whatever deal YOU want to make is a bad one.
*While the Midgardians squabble over their usual things, something strange happens in Blogland, there is a portal being opened on the volcano, unless the two Asgardians are stopped, the Chitauri will enter Earth, and once finished with Blogland, will go for the rest of the planet*
*The man sits at the bar waiting*
Emmarra: *hugs her back, crying into her shoulder*
(Ed, you could stop Loki and Zan heroically!)
*roars*
YO PEOPLE! STOP LOKI AND ZANIDA!!!!!
Very well. *Appears next to Loki* Need a hand?
*rubs her back gently*
*rushes to the volcano*
*throws Mountain Dew everywhere as peace offering*
...
Well, *shrugs* if you feel that strongly about dying, I can just kill you.
*dodges*
*snaps for his neck*
Sil2: ...what's the deal?
(it is Garrett, becomes a father and Tawnee becomes a mother,
good times..... Good times *smiles*)
Emmarra: Sorry...
You want to help us?
Zanida: *walks over to the Tesseract, touching it with the sceptre, tryinf to get it to open the portal*
(*smiles* shall we RP Rhos?)
Blackwolf: *snarls and yaps*
*growls at Flick*
Annabelle: *snaps at his hind legs*
*a giant bird looking creature soars above the volcano, casting huge shadows on Blogland*
*Maleficent scans the area, her eyes resting on Loki and Zanida*
*she suddenly dives down, landing on the edge of the volcano next to Loki and Zanida*
What are you doing?
It's fine..
Well, if this world burns, then it is a bother. And I do have my wife somewhere on this world, so yes I will help
(Hello Maleficent)
*keeps biting down on his neck*
(yes but later, I've got a few things that need doing (life calls be back soon, still available via text or email though) )
(okay Sweetie ^^)
Blackwolf: *is forced to his stomach, snarling and growling*
Annabelle: *yelps in pain*
Emmarra: *keeps hugging her*
*keeps wolf pinned to the ground*
*bites his ear*
*would check on Belle, but the wolf may do something*
*keeps hugging her back*
Blackwolf: *growls and lunges for her throat, ripping his ear in the process*
Annabelle: *backs away, whimpering, growling*
*yelps*
*dodges and growls*
Annabelle: *turns tail and runs*
Blackwolf: *runs after Annabelle*
*growls and chases after them*
*jumps on the wolfs back*
Emmarra: *wipes a tear from her face and laughs sadly* I don't even know you, yet I'm hugging you and crying... Sorry.
*looks back and worth between Loki and Zanida*
Well I have to go...
*she flaps her giant wings, the wind enough to knock them off the edge of the volcano*
*smiles* its fine...sometime you just need to let it out...
Blackwolf: *snarls and turns on Flick as Annabelle runs ahead*
*pins him to the ground and snarls*
Blackwolf: *growls at her, struggling against her weight, trying to stand*
Annabelle: *is, by now, quite far ahead and speeds up*
*The two Asgardians are knocked off, Loki stands and grabs Zanida, making the two of them appear back on the volcano*
*Reappears on top of volcano from falling* So, what is the problem up here?
*growls and continues pinning him down, using her whole body*
Blackwolf: *huffs and gives up struggling*
*tilts head and continues to stare at him*
Nothing
(does anyone have an idea about what I can call my new werewolf story, the one I was on about last night?)
What, there is no problem?
Blackwolf: *glares back as much as he can*
Annabelle: *howls an ear splitting howl of despair*
*eyes harden*
*growls slightly*
*smiles, approaching Silente*
I will protect you from danger. Even from vampires. They won't kill you if they have to get through another vampire to do that.
In return, you are loyal to me. You stop being so damn territorial and attacking everything you see as a danger to you.
I don't seek to limit you, Silente. I seek to defuse the threat you pose, and the threat posed to you.
Sil2: *growls* no. I will not be loyal to you. I was willing to help you, you threw that away.
Blackwolf: *throws Inky off, turning ti give her a warning growl before running towards where she heard the howl*
*growls and follows the wolf*
Zanida: Loki....I can't open it!!!
Move. *takes the sceptre from his sister and tries to open it* Worthless!
Zanida: *summons flames* Now.
*laughs*
You were willing to help me, were you? I find that hard to believe.
You're going to lose, one of these days.
Someone will get the advantage in a fight...
*proceeds to walk around her*
...and you will have nowhere to run.
*Vanishes and sits in bar*
(Sorry, it seems I disappeared briefly.)
Emmarra: I... don't think any amount of crying will ever be enough...
(i return,
for the book name Chlo, you could name it after the main character (i forgot the name) and have "the beginning or the inner circle" and maybe make a serious out of it)
Sil2: I always have somewhere to run.
Annabelle: *howls again, pain and desperation clear in the howl*
*scrabbles at the wall of the pit, the brambles at the bottom ensaring her*
(Thanks Rhos ^^)
I know that feeling...*keeps hugging her* its okay.
*runs as fast as she can, trying to overtake the wolf*
(no problemo Bach)
*After a few moments, the portal opens to the Chitauri*
Zanida: Loki....
They will be furious with you, no doubt. *hands her the sceptre*
(hehe ^^ shall we rp?)
Emmarra: *keeps hugging her back* At least now you can understand me.
G: Take a seat
Who are y... You cant be here
Exactly. We can talk now.
Blackwolf: *slows down and stopd, reaching the end of his territory*
*continues to go towards Belle*
*yips*
Annabelle: *whimpers at scrabbles at the dirt wall, howling again, not that far from Flick* *tries to chew through the brambles holding her*
Emmarra: I'm useless.
No you aren't.
Emmarra: You don't know me... You can't say.
*hears her*
*finds her*
*changes into semi wolf form*
Hang on sweetie!
*goes down and lands in the brambles*
*hisses at the pain*
*starts helping Belle escape the brambles*
G: Surprised?
Your dead. I saw it happen
G: You made it happen. Yet I live
Yes I can. For one you could be a gardener. Thats a use.
Annabelle: *whimpers, sinking to her stomach, backing up into more brambles, away from Flick*
*frowns* whats wrong, im helping you, stupid pup
*moves towards her, reaching for her*
Emmarra: That's... true. *runs her hand over the ground, her palm glowing green* *flowers emerge from the ground around Silente*
Annabelle: *yelps, backing up more, eyes terrified*
G: Your not safe anymore.
What do you mean?
G: You think your people would forget about what you did?
*smiles at the flower* see. That's one use. A pretty use.
*ears lower* look, you are going to hurt yourself more
*slowly approaches her* im not going to hurt you...
(Wbd, good night guys!)
(byii Kassy!)
(I'm keeping the dedication for later.)
(i now have the best ringtone ever,
its the 60's batman theme song)
(Bye Tia)
You control them, why are you here?
G: To warn you
Emmarra: Well yes, but... You said this place was violent? I can control living things. I am hardly going to last long. I'm not a pacifist, I'm just terrible at fighting.
Bye Tia....:( -Zaf
Annabelle: *pauses in her retreat, belly still on the ground, still terrified* *slowly reaches out to catch Inky's scent*
(*listening to Interstellar soundtrack. You know the bit if you've seen it. No spoilers.*)
*kneels down*
*holds out a scratched paw*
Who says you have to fight? Tangle people in the grass, hide under a wall of roots.
(@Zaf making it real hard now NOT to.)
Warn me about what?
G: Thy will come. They will take everything you care about
How is Interstellar, Tia?-Zaf
((Go on Sil.))
Annabelle: *licks the paw and places her muzzle in it, whining quietly*
(That's Awesome Rhos!)
*smiles* come on girl
*goes to pick her up*
Emmarra: Plants have a limited offensive and defensive capability...
Gamma vanishes* Wait
Heyo, who's doing what?
(Hello Trip, Ed is in the bar. How are you?)
(Heelo Trip! how arty thou?)
(I NOW DUB THE SHIP TIFIRA)
if you're creative..
Annabelle: *whimpers, fully ensnared in the brambles, cut and bleeding, but keeps still for Flick*
Tifira?
(It's very good, but then again I love space.)
*hisses as she pulls away the brambles, freeing Belle*
*when they are gone, She picks Belle up wth shaky paws*
*takes her to a safe patch where there are no brambles*
*places her down gently*
lets take a good look at you
Sil is shipping us, Tia.-Zaf
Emmarra: *pulls her bow from her back, showing it her* I have this... But it's just a bow, really.
Annabelle: *lays down, tail stretched behind her, cuts criss crossing the entirety of her body, fur bloodied and matted, one paw broken from the fall into the pit*
This is news to me.
(msd)
*looks at the bow* pretty.
*frowns* you are pretty beat up
*looks around, thinking*
This is going to be a tough one to get out of...I could chuck you up, but you may get hurt...moreso than you are now
(thank you Chloe and
hello trip, how be you?)
*Grabs a few bottles from behind the bar and thinks*
I'm fine thank you.
And Tia, I'm sorry if I offended you before with the whole Star Trek thing, I was really just explaining why those things happened, rather than trying to be rude, and I'm truly sorry if I was.
(shall we rp Rhos?)
Emmarra: ... Thank you? *straps it back into place on her back* *pulls a sword out of its sheath* *it glimmers green in the light* And this...
Annabelle: *yawns and whimpers, resting her head between her front paws, closing her eyes*
She said, 'thanks for my misery',
And I said, 'Hell needed company',
And maybe a new lobotomy would make it easier to throw it all away.
She said 'I wish you were dead'.
...train train train train train train CHOO CHOOOO.
*stares at the sword*
That, is beautiful.
(Trip, how would you like to join Ed on an adventure?)
*smiles* I guess it is tiring being a wolf. ill let you rest for a little while.
*goes over and changes into a wolf*
*starts licking her wounds*
I don't mind.....do you?-Zaf
(I had full marks on my essay on lobotomy)
(Well done Chloe *applauds*)
Matex? Is everything quite all right? By which I mean what's wrong?
(Trip is always up for an adventure. Unless he's looking after his daughter, in which case you can shove your adventure up your quest giver.)
Emmarra: ... Yes, it is... And it's sentient.
(Hehe Thanks Ed ^^)
(And is Trip looking after his daughter?)
(I didn't realize Trip had a daughter O.O)
(Uh... shouldn't we have had a dinner first before becoming shippable?)
(@Trip Hey! S'okay!)
(Wbd)
Annabelle: *huffs, watching Flick, trying to follow her lead and lick her wounds, whimpering and just making then worse*
(yassss! I get first XD
Okay I dedicate this page to Ed:
It's his birthday today, so Penblwydd yn hapus Ed!
*hands everyone a party hat*)
(Thank you Chloe. Hear hear)
Oh everything is quite alright.
I've just had a lot of caffiene and little sleep, and i'm on a TRAAAAIIINN.
CHOO CHOO.
Sentiment how?
(HAPPY BIRTHDAY ED)
*stops and changes into semi wolf form* hmmm that's bad
DO you mind if I throw you out? I don't know any other way of escaping when you are like this...
(Dim problem ,birthday boy)
*puts on a partyhat*
CHOOO CHOOOOO!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ED.
(Thanks Sil)
(With Adra, before things went awry and she ended up with Alastair. And no, as a matter of fact he is not.)
(Thanks Matex)
Probably, but it seems Sil skipped that part. Shall we go for dinner and then make it shipable?
(Ahhhhh)
^^-Zaf
(Very well Trip)
*Orders Trip a drink* I have an adventure. You interested?
Emmarra: Well... we don't exactly know... But... *turns the sword, holding the handle out to her* Feel...
(DO IT DO IT GO TO DINNER DO IT DO IT DO IT NOOOOOW)
Annabelle: *whimpers, ears flicking back, growling slightly*
Happy birthday, Ed.-Zaf
*takes the handle, not sure what to expect*
then what do you suggest? *sighs* the only option then is to wait until you change back
(Thanks Zaf)
It rather depends on the adventure, my man.
And I don't like this new bar. I prefer mine. Then again, I suppose you can't drink at that one, can you?
Yes, the owner barred me for some reason. The adventure is dangerous, and I cannot guarantee safe return.
Emmarra: *Silente begins to feel emotions separate to the ones she feels, as if another presence is in her mind* It's... deciding whether to like you or not...
*flinches, surprised, watching the sword* ...what happens if it doesn't like me?
Annabelle: *tries to stand and yelps at her paw, falling back down*
Boy: *at the top of the pit* she wont change back for a while.
*looks up* who are you?
*he bursts out laughing, his head resting on the bar for a good thirty seconds before he finally manages to look up, wipe the tears from his eyes and carry on*
C-carry on*he laughs for another minute or so, rather hysterically*
What's so funny?
Emmarra: Well... It will get rather hot. *the sword seems to pulse, before a green shimmer runs the length of the blade* It likes you...
*relaxes slightly, glad she isn't going to be burnt* oh good..
Boy: I heard the howl...and I'm not stable at the moment...I woke up near here and heard you talking. She won't change back for a while I don't think..
Do you have a name...?
Can't *he gasps* can't guarantee a safe return. What do you think I am, some kind of novice? That's the most cliché line in the book! *he clasps Ed's arm for stability*
What is this adventure you have for me, friend?
Mark: I'm mark. One of the pack...is she okay? Do you need help?
Nice to meet you, Im Inky and this is Annabelle. Some help would be lovely. Belle as broken a paw and can't get out
Trip, you know me. The amount of times I tried to destroy the world. I know your power, just making sure you know it will not be easy. We travel to my home world, break into the high council and steal some data
Emmarra: Yes, it is... Do you like the sword?
Is this your high council of time or whatever the pompous fools call themselves? *he takes a sip, a sceptical look visible past his pint*
What on earth is there to gain from stealing from the semi-real?
(Happy birthday day boyoh (for Ed))
The high council of my planet. They rule the world I come from. The data is a file on me, I need to know something
(Thanks Garret)
It's beautiful...*smiles at the sword then realises shes smiling at the sword and coughs, flipping it so the handle is pointed at Emma*
Mark: ouch. Nice to meet you inky. I'm not meant to be here so we'll have to be quick..
*jumps into the hole*
Annabelle: *yelps and scrambles back, into the brambles once more, whimpering and yipping*
I will join you, on one condition; that I may steal from them whatever I wish.
I will join you, on one condition; that I may steal from them whatever I wish.
Of course you can steal, they want me dead. I killed them once but my wife brought them back, they are hunting me
shhh its okay Belle. Thanks for your help...is this out of your territory?
Emmarra: *takes the sword, running her hand around the flat edge of the blade as if stroking it gently* There's a good Nirv'ia... *sheaths the blade*
Then what are e waiting for? *finishes his pint, then finishes Ed's so he doesn't have that as an excuse*
Nirv'ia? Is that its name?
Mark: yeah a little...sorry for scaring her.
Annabelle: *stares at the newcomer, squirming slightly, only making the cuts worse and tangling herself again*
*Grins* Ready *They appear on a street with a metal ball floating round their heads*
Ball: Name
its okay, her first time as a wolf. *goes over to Belle* its okay, the nice boy going to help you. Its brave of you to step out of your territory
Emmarra: Yes... She's called Nirv'ia... It means, 'Blade of the Silent Forest'.
Chuck Mooning.
Mark: eh. Harry'll give me hell for it later. *smiles* first time huh? Explains a lot.
Annabelle: *looks to Flick for advice*
Ball: Invalid name. Please wait while your executors arrive
Edward Fletcher
Ball: Priority 1. Please hold
Pretty name...What would my name sound like in your language? Or would it be the same?
*to Belle* its going to be okay bach, trust him
*tilts head* Harry?
Emmarra: It's a name... It would stay the same, I think...
(no probs Ed)
(Chloe, do you want to start our rp about nine ish?)
(Happy birthday, Ed! Have a good one!)
(Wbd but yes, that sounds like a plan, Zaf.)
(Thanks Tia)
You think?
Annabelle: *tries to walk forwards, ripping open bigger cuts and whimpering, stopping*
Mark: he's the wolf above me. *shrugs*
Emmarra: Sorry... I know.
Ah I see
Belle! Don't move!
(If you go to Germany, you're still called Silente, aren't you?)
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