Thanks to all who were brave enough to comment on my post. That is something people don't understand about the tragedy of others. They really want to talk about it. The next time a co-worker or someone else you know has a tragic experience, remember that they would really like you to ask them about it. Our society tells us to distract them or talk about anything but that, but our society is wrong.
Despite what you might believe, I do not hate men. I LOVE men! It's women I am usually uncomfortable with - oddly. A failing I am only now learning to overcome. That post was a rough draft. I hit send without even re-reading it - and it shows. Those who know me keep saying I should write a book, because I have a book worth of ideas to write about. I spent the first 2 years attempting to achieve forgiveness - to the husband and to his Mother. I have not been entirely successful, but almost. What's interesting to me about this is that I am not having a problem forgiving him for injuring me, but for causing me to lose my farm. My property. Does anyone else find this interesting? Territorial Social Level instincts coming to the fore? I have never really spoken about my experiences to anyone much face to face. I've alluded to them, for indeed there were many - experiences, that is. This whole thing lasted about 5 years. That just demonstrates how dumb I was - or needy - since everyone had managed to die on me. I learned a lot, and was the person - the witness - to both first my Mother's and then later my Father's deaths. If you've never watched someone die I can only say it is a life-changing experience. To experience it twice in your life - and once on your own birthday - is profound. They each gave me a gift. You kind of quit worrying too much about your own death - except for the fact that my son needs me so much. I think I'll hang around. I have several essays in mind, all related to my experiences. These are yet to be written, but center around some themes. Men are predators and women are prey animals. Gav talks about living a free, unencumbered life without a home. I can only dream about such freedom. No woman would ever do that. Men can get away with it, but we women would just end up as somebody's prostitute or rape victim if we tried. John's recent story about a weekend campout where he met two women and considered playing strip poker one night. How I would love to be so free! But reverse the story. Imagine John were a woman named Jane. He would instead be telling us about his gang-rape camping trip. It's not fair! I've never hitchhiked across the country and never will, but men or couples (where there is a man to protect the woman) used to do it all the time. My son comes home from school telling me stories about girls getting into fights now days. I am disturbed by this. You see, I'm the first to favor women's lib, and in my working life have benefited from it greatly (I too am in a male-dominated profession) but you have to realize that women do not have the same Biological Level of freedom men do. I am afraid that as women break out of the Social shell that says we are all supposed to be sugar and nice, that we will only end up giving men the idea that we really are physical equals, so it's ok to treat us as such. We are not. I might be 6 feet tall, but I am no where near as strong as the smallest, shrimpiest man in my office. Only a foolish woman would think so, and don't tire me out with talk of women weight-lifters, etc. They are not the norm. The other thing is that while most men might fantasize about being raped by a gang of women, I can guarantee you that no woman does that. We have more to lose, and by "asserting" ourselves by becoming violent like some men, we are only setting ourselves up for trouble. These young girls who get into fights on the school bus are kidding themselves. They are not strong enough to fight off an aggressive football player. I expect, over the next few years, to see alarming statistics start to make the news about how more young women are being murdered than ever before. Mark my words. It is coming and it makes me sad. I would love to strike out on my own into the unknown and have dynamic experiences every day, but I am a prey animal. It would be suicide. Mary - The most important thing you will ever make is a realization. Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
