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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«Oldest ‹Older 4201 – 4400 of 4865 Newer› Newest»Mark: She should change back in an hour or so, then she'll come back.
But...she wont have any memory of being a wolf...and I promised her I would let any harm come to her...
Mark: I'm sure she'll be fine.
*frowns* okay
*jumps to him* shall we wait here?
Mark: Nah, let's go back to the cottage, you have a window to fix don't you
I guess
And bein a wolf is exhausting
*starts heading back*
@Tia: XD
I still don't believe in intelligence, I'm sorry. :) Although that's a bit of a mind-battle because I've spent most of my life believing it existed so my brain is still stuck in its old mindframe. XD
Mark: Yeah *walks back with her*
(Is it alright if I time skip?)
Also, my poor memory (in this area) is making it hard for me to share examples with you . . . I'm sorry. :/
(Yep^^)
*walks back with him*
*It's been a week, Annabelle has still not shown up*
Mark: Any sign of her?
*looks worried*
(Yas! I found my old Rihanna cd)
*looks tired* none I'm afraid
*gives him hot chocolate* we should look again...
*punches wall* she was my responsibility
I should have kept better care of her
Mark: *sips the hot chocolate*
*flinches at her punch*
No...I should've let you follow her..
Annabelle: *collapses in an exhausted heap in the woods not far from flicks house, ribs visible, blood matting her fur which is now grey and brown with dirt*
*whines quietly*
*can hear a small whimper*
*darts outside*
*spots her and runs to hersids*
Mark!
(Hi)
Mark: *darts out, eyes widening* Oh my- *joins Flick*
Annabelle: *flinches and attempts a growl, trying to climb to her feet but her legs buckle and send her crashing back down*
*whimpers, tail limp behind her, eyes dull*
(I don't even have anything that can play a CD, Amazinky.)
(Hey Ed)
(It seems I disappeared briefly.)
Emmarra: I've had... some whiskyyy...
(Hello, Ed!)
(It's magic, you know!
Never believe it's not so!)
(Hello Sil)
(Hello Tia)
(Ed! How art thou?)
Feck... We need to get her inside!
(Ed! How art thou?)
Feck... We need to get her inside!
She had some whiskey.
Manuel: Whiskey? Hmm.. that's not advisable..
She says she needs it to live, like a vampire needs blood.
(Very good Chloe thanks. You?)
(Gret. Thanks ^.^
How was the mock?)
Mark: Both of us lift on the count of three?
Annabelle: *growls faintly at Mark*
Okay *gets into position*
*pulls strand of hair out if eyes*
(That's good. My mind went blank and I only wrote two pages)
Mark: *gets in position as well*
One..two...three!
*lifts annabelle up*
Annabelle: *yelps and growls, kicking weakly*
Emmarra: That... may not necessarily be true...
(Don't worry boyo
It's only a mock and you will practise more ^.^)
*lifts*
*starts carrying her to the cottage*
I'm so sorry
*pauses and frowns*
What?
Manuel: I said that's not advisab-
I was talking to Emmarra.
(I suppose)
(I wish you a good day, Ed.)
Mark: *walks with her*
Annabelle: *whines, stopping struggling, closing her eyes and shaking*
(Other than my English mock, it was good thanks Tia)
Emmarra: I wanted to get drunk... I'm sorry...
You LIED to me??
*Sits in bar drinking*
*guides them into the bedroom an activates the sigils*
Now we wait
Emmarra: Yes... *looks down at the ground* I'm sorry...
Mark: *nods, placing her on the bed*
Annabelle: *whimpers, the cuts closing over*
*doesn't even howl as the fur starts receding, she doesn't have the energy*
*lays on the bed, human again, way too skinny, starved, and covered in dirt and blood*
Emmarra..*growls, debating whether to just drop her*
*Decides to head back to cottage* *Sits in kitchen eating cake*
*inspects her*
Mark... Would you mind if you helped me bath her?
Mark: I..um..o-okay?
Emmarra: Do you want to kill me?
*sighs* No.
*smirks* awwww
Come on then *lifts her up and heads to bathrokm*
*sees Ed* hey sweetie!
...loading...
*Raises head* Oh, hey
Mark: *follows behind her*
*nods at Ed*
Annabelle: *groans*
*Sees Mark* *Looks confused*
Mark: Hello Sir
Mark, this is my husband
*to ed* I'll be back
Just have to wash the mutt
Hello? May I enquire as to who you are?
Annabelle: Not....a mutt...*voice is weak too, painful*
Mutt? Ok
Mark: I'm a friend of Annabelles..
*sighs* of course... *walks into the bathroom*
*sits her on the floor and runs a bath +
(Hear hear, Star!)
Oh. *offers handshake* I am not supposed to be here but hello
*Jag strides in wearing a three-piece suit with a worried look on his face*
(Hello Viv)
Annabelle: *doesn't move from where she's placed, looks like she's falling asleep*
MaRK: *Crouches next to Annabelle*
Jesus..
Emmarra: ... Okay... I'm sorry...
Whats up Jag?
(Hey Viv!)
*glares at Emmarra* You betta be..
(I wish you a good day, Viv.)
Come on, let's get her in... Want to wash up or down?
(Hello all.)
Mark: *blushes* Um..I-I don't mind..
Annabelle: *whimpers*
(Are you guys indoors and may Jag join you?)
*finishes cake in kitchen and opens wine*
(They're in Flicks cottage)
*Laughs*
Come on, help me lift her in
*starts lifting her*
(Yes Jag)
Mark: *pushes Flick aside and slides one arm under Annabelles knees, the others behind her shoulders*
*lifts her and lowers her into the bath*
Annabelle: *struggles weakly against the water*
Emmarra: I am...
*turns towards the cottage*
*arrives at the doorstep*
*knocks briskly*
*smiles* thanks Bach... Are you blushing?
*starts lathering annabelle with soap*
*Opens door* Hello
Mark: *mumbles something, blushing more*
Annabelle: *struggling still because water*
(Mbd)
Hello.
*takes in Ed's appearance, making notes for future reference*
I'm Jag Debonair, I'm missing my daughter, have you seen her?
*soothes her* all is going to be grand... Mark will make it all better
*hands him a scrubbing brush*
(Ed's appearance is tall, a suit and Michael McIntyre hair if you want to know)
Hello Mr Debonair. What would her name be? Come in.
Emmarra: *hugs her loosely*
*step into the cottage*
Her name is Lily and she is six years old with light brown hair.
Mark: *holds the scrubbing brush uncertainty*
Annabelle: m-mark?
Sorry, I have not seen her. I can help you search though if you want
*hugs her back*
*hears door * looks like we have company
You two finish off here while I go and entertain our guest
*leVes * hey Jag!
(Thank you for rp-ing earlier, Sil.
Msd)
(I'm not stopping,
I'll probably be back laters,
but i just wanted to share these song lyrics because why not.....
You're not from Newport
You've probably never been there either,
I bet you a fiver
Your not from Newport
You've probably never heard of Pillgwennly,
Or been to Lliswerry )
Emmarra: It's rather weird... I've been here a day and there's not really anyone around...
That would be appreciated greatly. I'm worried that she might have been kidnapped.
*looks over at Inky*
Hello Inky.
Mark: Inky wai-
*she leaves*
*looks at Annabelle*
Um..
Annabelle: *groans* bitch...
(Hi/bye Gar)
Well, where did you see her last?
(Hey Rhos!)
*frowns* not Lilly... Need a pair of hands?
Yeah...maybe they're all hiding.
Emmarra: Can... we go and find some? With Manuel?
Sure.
Hey Manny, lets go find humans.
Manuel: of course.
Mark: *pokes his head out the door* Inky this is um more of a woman's job..
*turns to Mark* man up!
Mark: I-Im really not comfortable...bathing her...
Emmarra: Not... no eat... Say hello.
*sighs*
*goes and mutters something about them hooking up*
*pauses* but Jag needs my help!
I be glad of any assistance you can render.
Shall we go now?
*chirps* okay
Mark: but...I really don't feel good doing this miss inky.. *pleading with his eyes*
I meant meet.
I last saw her at my house about three hours ago.
*sighs* fine
I'll stay and bath her
Whimp
Emmarra: Good... *continues to lean on Silente* Ask Manuel why whisky isn't recommended.
Mark: thank you...I could help jag?
Annabelle: *is slowly slipping under the water, too weak to push herself up*
Why isn't whisky recommended?
Manuel: its stays in your system for days.
Why isn't whisky recommended?
Manuel: its stays in your system for days.
*lights a fireball in his hand for light*
If you want...
*goes into the bathroom and notices belle slipping* shit!
*helps her up *
Emmarra: Yay...
Not yay.
Mark: okay.
Annabelle: sorry...mark..?
Mark is too cowardly to wash his own lady friend *smirks*
*finishes washing her*
( ͡,°_Ê– ͡,°)
*walks out of the cottage with the fireball in his hand*
Annabelle: good...lady friend? *wrinkles her nose in disgust*
Emmarra: So where do people normally go?
*grins* he fancies you!!! *lifta her out and dries her*
*walks into the woods*
(You shouldn't pressure people into doing things they don't want. :/)
Annabelle: I don't like him...
*looks at her ribs*
Food...
(Seriously, what is pressuing him to wash her doing other than making him feel very uncomfortable (and then rubbish, when he gets called cowardly?) It's not achiveing anything. :/)
(Inky TC is a meddler...)
To the bar, the pub, um...houses...Flick might've thrown another party...
Okay Bach... Let's cook you something. Can you stand?
(Yeah. :/)
*Takes her head out from under her wing and stretches. Looks at her black feather and freezes. Three feathers have turned black now*
Annabelle: *tries to stand but slips*
*whimpers*
No..
*fireballs and streams of energy flash in the woods*
*an explosion of wind sweeps out from the forest*
It's okay... *stands up and picks her up*
*carries her into the kitchen* anything you fancy?
Emmarra: I have no idea who Flick is... but can we go?
Sure *leads the way to Flicks and knocks*
Mark: *answers* hello?
Annabelle: meat...
*The wind makes her tumble off the pillow and hit the ground awkwardly. She quickly takes flight and heads into the trees, searching for what's making the fireballs and wind*
*nods* okay
*pulls out a massive steak*
*Another explosion of wind, silence follows*
*Jag appears between the trees, carrying a man fireman style*
Emmarra: Houses are odd... *keeps using Silente to keep her balance*
*grins* mm...
(FLICK SENSIBLE PORTIONS! SMALL PORTIONS ARE IT'LL KILL HER!)
*The wind knocks her to the ground again and she looks up, staring at a man holding another. Fear locks her joints, making her unable to fly away*
Hey. Who are you?
Mark: I'm mark
Okay...is Flick in?
Mark: Flick?
Inky.
Emmarra: Flick...
(Okay)
This is for all of us
*chops it into pieces and cooks*
*notices Dove*
*walks over to her and slides his hand underneath her, switching the man to the other shoulder*
Hello there.
*Stares up at the man before hiding her head under her wing, scared. Tucks her legs underneath her and pulls her wings in tight*
Annabelle: but...I'm starving..literally...
Mark: oh, sure *let's them in*
*guides Emma in*
Hey Flick!
Well, sensible proportions...
*turns around* hey Sil! *sees Emma* hello, I am inky
Emmarra: *follows Silente, still using her to keep her balance* ... Hello...
Annabelle: *harumphs*
*wonders why there is a naked Annabelle in Flicks kitchen* um...did I miss something?
Mark: *comes in after closing the door*
*sits in the chair next to Anna*
Annabelle: *shifts away from him, falling out of her chair and crying out in pain as her brittle bones break from the impact*
Shoot! Come on Belle *lifts her and takes her to the bedroom* I'll be right back guys
Mark: *flips the steak*
Okay Inky...
Annabelle: *winces* oww...
You are so delicate... *heals her with sigils*
Emmarra: *looks around and sighs*
*Eventually takes her head out from under her wing to look up at the man holding her*
Annabelle: he sat next to me. *glares as her bones heal*
*hugs Emma*
Hey its okay...
(Sorry, quick water break went a bit long)
*tucks Dove under his overcoat to keep her warm*
*walks to the door of the cottage*
Silente, please get an interrogation room ready.
*smiles* he is really sweet. Isn't ther an inkling of you that likes him?
(oi oi, how are you all? )
(Rhos!!! *glomps* I be amazing thanks)
Emmarra: *hugs her back* Sorry...
(It's okay, Viv!)
*Despite herself, she nestles comfortably into the warmth of the overcoat. Flinches when he calls out*
(Thanks!)
*notices the tiny flinch*
Annabelle: No. I always have and always will love Justin!
Silente: *taps a sigil on her nose, opening a portal for Jag* third door on the right is free.
It's fine.
(*frowns* i didn't type Silente: ...)
*sighs* Justin is a pop star... He would cheat on you or something...
I'm pretty sure Mark likes you
(Chloe!!! *catches you and huggles tightly* that's great that you're amazing *smiles*)
(You can't force people to like people they don't want to. :/ If a gay man liked a straight man, you wouldn't be saying to the straight man "Oh, but he's really sweet, isn't there an inkling of you that likes him?" Uh. No. Sometimes people don't like people, and if they don't like people in that way, they don't like them in that way, and you can tell them to like them that way all you want but it's not going to make it happen.)
Emmarra: *sobs quietly into her shoulder*
(Star, you have a very true point there)
(*huggles tightly* how be you?
And inky is just having fun -_-)
Annabelle: good for him. *blushes* can I please have some clothes?
*hugs Emma tightly*
Mark: *slides the streak onto a plate*
...is she okay?
*Peeks out, up at the man, then hides under her wing again*
(Sorry, pain train was coming around...)
@Gar: Thanks. :P
@Inky: Well, it's not very fun for anyone except her. :/
*nods* of course
*hands her a summer dress* need a hand dressing?
Emmarra: *hugs her tightly, too*
(She is a teen, it is her job to have a childish side)
(I'm incredibly happy thank you *winks at you* (<for Chloe) )
(no probs Star :) )
*pulls the man through the portal and into the interrogation room*
*chains him to the chair*
*sits down across from the man and pulls out Dove while he waits for the man to wake up*
(*smiles at Rhos*)
Annabelle: I um...*sighs* yeah.
Mark: miss? Are you okay?
She's fine..
Okay *smiles* arms up
@Inky: I can agree with that. :P
*Finds herself relaxing to his touch and stretches her neck out towards him*
Emmarra: I... yes.
Annabelle: *lifts her arms up*
Mark: oh..okay then..
*looks towards the bedroom*
They're taking a while..
What's up Emma..?
*threads her arms through the holes and slides it over her head* what do you think?
Emmarra: ... Sorry... Is there somewhere to sit down...?
*lightly strokes Doves neck*
*watches the man's eyelids flicker*
Annabelle: *pretends it doesn't hang off her or swamp her feet* yeah not that bad..
*leads her to the table and sits her down*
*smiles* I can tailor one more suited for you if you want... Let's go back, shall we?
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