%%USERNAME%%    %%ACCWORDS%% %%ONOFF%% |
 A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, and got in your eye. |
When I found this website in 2006, I was running away from all the disappointment in my personal life. Sorry I brought all my baggage here instead of unburdening it before I walked through this portal door. I can’t undo the past. I am a leopard but only because I’m stained by my past. I can’t change my default as an untrusting person as one who’s been bullied, abused and taken advantage of lifelong. I had/have misplaced bouts of anger (that I’ve dealt with), but put mostly behind me. I do put on appearances of one in control because I do not want to relive the shame and humiliation of my past — nor be vulnerable to manipulation. That is why (in this segregated culture) I have had my misgivings. I have tried to put forth my best self, feel I degraded myself for acceptance. I have felt kinship here, but limited in association by walls that surround. I’m not ungrateful, just cautious. I did reciprocate within reason when called upon. Because of the fires in my belly, I’ve grown. But, I’m not rolling over anymore. I keep my underside protected. I respect what you all do here. I just have to be for myself and yearn for unconditional acceptance...harder to find. As honest as I can be. I’m sorry to all for our misunderstandings and misgivings. We both missed the boat. Sorry if you misunderstand my need for something as close to clarity as can be. Tired of stepping in it. Just know: I won’t go away when there are still words to be said. My disabilities cannot impede either. My will is strong, stronger than you can imagine for one who struggles. I can tag all those who’ve motivated me throughout the years (like I’ve done before) but you know who you are. Typed with giant forefinger on Iphone with diminished vision. The force is great with this one. Let the typos be revealed! |
| ...in my Notebook, which winds up in newsfeed, which you might not care to hear. So, I post where you can pry... Finally got the lid on that box Nailed it shut? It probably won't hold -- A temporary fix Just felt like saying It's closed...shut Nope, I don't even have to look I could peek in the morning Making no plans to check on that cat. Now closing my eyes Rare occurrence but I've done this before A cage? That is not my area of expertise. 12.21.19 |
| Sexual assault is something that is seen on college campuses, libraries, or any public place across the world. At the beginning of my second semester of college, I attended a party where a man felt that he could reach his hand down my shirt and touch me. This is not something I had shared with people. I had always told myself I would smack a guy to next Sunday if he ever touched me in a way I didn't consent to. But when it happened, my whole body froze and I was in such a shock that I just stood there and walked away after he removed his hand. I didn't tell people because I felt ashamed and embarrassed that it happened. When I finally worked up the courage to tell select people, some of those people decided it was their right to talk about what happened to me with others. Not only was it humiliating when I found out that my privacy had been invaded, but I was shattered when I found out that the response of some of the people was that I was asking for it. Yes, I was at a party, but since when does my location consent for me? I was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, my clothing did not consent for me. My beverage did not consent for me, my make up did not consent for me, and the atmosphere of the party did not consent for me. In no way did I ask for what happened, and in no way do the other girls who are assaulted ask for what happened to them. We act like men aren't responsible for their actions when they are around other women. We also act like sexual assault is something that is frowned upon to talk about, but we should support people who have the courage to confide in us with their stories. EVERYONE has the right to their own body, but just because you feel confident in your right to yours, it does not give you the right to mine. She attends my church |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
Great poem, Brian.