Awhile back i felt hurt and frustrated when trying to talk to my family about issues that question mainstream dogma. I suffered some minor damages, so listened to advice and learned to bite my tongue. Feedback told me things like "i agree with what you say but dislike the way you say it" that i was too loud, too shrill, too persistent, I am paraphrasing this as being too "unfeminine."
The hearth of family must come back into the story. I hope i have learned enough to address things with compassion, love and what wisdom i have gathered. This experiment must continue, i cannot stop what inspires and intrigues me more than anything i was ever taught to believe to exist, perhaps it is living the "i am?" I do not know more than i know.
I go outside and a crow shits on my head. Damn