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"Femininity is a strength not a weakness. I want women to feel empowered without giving up their femininity"
"Feminism isn't about making women stronger. Women are already strong. It's about changing the way the world perceives that strength"
I am so grateful to be included in this wonderful campaign. Thank you Lawrence 💛. When I saw it was about honouring both the beauty and strength of women I was hooked! This is something I am really passionate about. Breaking down the stigma and misconceptions of what it means to be a strong, empowered woman. What it means to honour the blood and tears of our sisters who rose before us and pathed the way through the women's rights movement. Who wore the badge of feminist with pride.
We now find ourselves in a time when feminism is a dirty word, when it conjures up thoughts of women who go around breaking the balls of men with their hairy armpits and masculine ways. This is a deliberate falsification of reality. It is my dream for women to stand in solidarity with one another, in every corner of the globe, to keep striving for equity and respect in every facet of life. Both at home and in the corporate and political arenas. But to be able to do so without giving up our most beautiful quality which is our femininity as that is where our greatest strengths are found.
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In the summertime when the weather is high
You can stretch right up and touch the sky
You got women, you got women on your mind
If her daddy's rich, take her out for a meal
If her daddy's poor, just do what you feel
Do a turn or return the twenty-five
You can make it, make it good and really fine
We're not bad people, we're not dirty, we're not mean
We love everybody, but we do as we please
We go fishing or go swimming in the sea
Life's for living, yeah, that's our philosophy
Sing along with us, dee-dee dee-dee dee
Da doo da-da da, yeah, we're hap-pap-py
Da da da, dee da doo dee da doo da doo da
Da doo da-da da, dee da da dee da da
When the winter's here, yeah, it's party time
Bring your bottle, wear your bright clothes 'cause it will soon be summertime
We'll go driving or maybe we'll settle down
Bring your friends and we'll all go into town
In the summertime when the weather is high
You can chase right up and touch the sky
You got women, you got women on your mind
If her daddy's rich, take her out for a meal
If her daddy's poor, just do what you feel
Do a turn or return the twenty-five
You can make it, make it good and really fine
We're not bad people, we're not dirty, we're not mean
We love everybody, but we do as we please
We go fishing or go swimming in the sea
Life's for living, yeah, that's our philosophy
Sing along with us, dee-dee dee-dee dee
Da doo da-da da, yeah, we're hap-pap-py
Da da da, dee da doo dee da doo da doo da
Da doo da-da da, dee da da dee da da
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Dykes and fairies, tell me, where is sanity?
Nation bleeding, still more feeding, economy
Bees make honey, who needs money? No, not poor me
World pollution, there's no solution
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When I was in my twenties, my mom gave me a light catcher with a Queen Anne’s lace blossom pressed between the plates of beveled glass. She told me that it was MY flower. We do share the same name, after all. And I have always thought of myself as being a bit queenly. So, for nearly thirty years, I’ve held onto that notion. The humble Queen Anne’s Lace is my totem flower.
We resemble each other in several ways. What we refer to as the flower in her case is, botanically speaking, actually an umbel. It’s a composite of many different flowers attached to an tree-like support system made up of many stems. She’s a complex being, this airy looking plant. I certainly have many parts, sides, facets. Some shine more brightly than others. Some are kissed by the light. Others are dipped in shadows. There’s even a tiny red spot in my center.
Daucus carota is her name in Latin. Legend has it the queen was attempting to create lace as delicate and fine as these flowers. While tatting, she pricked a finger with a needle, spilling a single drop of blood in the center of her lace. Ever since that time, we find that some flowers have a sort of blood-stain right in the center. This plant is ubiquitous! Growing wildly all over Europe and North America, her umbels are tatted so finely. Her stems are hairy, her leaves, fern-like. Her tap root is thick, solid, and… pale yellow-orange. She’s a wild carrot. A bit woody and bitter, but you can eat her. Her flowers can be dipped in batter and made into fritters.
This plant is a bi-ennial, meaning that in the first season of its life, it focuses on developing a strong root system. The second season is when it bears flowers.
In the dried stage, the umbels close in on themselves to form a sort of nest, carefully guarding seeds inside. Queen Anne’s Lace represents sanctuary and femininity. She is like most women I know— strongly connected to the earth. She is Resilient. Her roots push down into the darkness, their finger-like projections probe and grip the earth, keeping her stable so she can sway in the breeze and dance in the rain. These beauties thrive in communities. It’s rare to see just a single Queen Anne’s lace growing alone. They flourish in solidarity with one another.
To my female friends, kindred spirits, soul and art sisters wherever you are in the world, please know that I see you. And know that I find sanctuary in your company.
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Dykes and fairies, tell me, where is sanity?
Nation bleeding, still more feeding, economy
Bees make honey, who needs money? No, not poor me
World pollution, there's no solution
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I Am Not Ukrainian But I Support You! 🌻💙💛🌻
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A couple of summers ago, I witnessed the most meaningful ceremony I've ever seen. My friend G married her longtime love. And before I go on... a word about their love.
It's something you can feel when you walk into their house. It emanates... not just from them, but from the house itself... the furniture... the animals... the garden... the bric a brac. Entering that house is like walking into some big yellow-warm sunshine embrace; it is nothing short of palpable. And seeing them together is even more powerful.
These are two people who just so clearly delight in each other's company. Like all of us, they have their share of less than stellar days, but they're strong for each other, they support one another, they complement each other... and, like I said, when you see them together, you can't help but share a little hiccup in your heart... a skip-step of giddiness. In short, if ever two people should be married, G and her love were those two people. And they're both from backgrounds that value marriage; that see it as the highest expression of togetherness.
But there was one more factor at play that made their wedding the specialest occasion. Until that year, they had not had the legal right to marry. Why? Because G and her One True Love are women. To which I say... So fucking what??
Marriage, as I understand it, is all about love and commitment. And no two people were ever more in love or more committed.
And to those who argue same-sex marriage somehow undermines the so-called sanctity of the so-called institution of marriage... I say heterosexual couples... with their soaring divorce rates, and rampant infidelity, and vicious child-custody disputes... are doing that themselves.
Besides. Why should anyone's choice of who to love... or who to marry... be anyone else's business? As long as no one's being victimized, what's the problem?
One of the arguments advanced here in Canada, where same-sex marriage is legal (for the time being, anyway)... is that, if THIS is okay, then what's next? Polygamy?
To which I say... what's the hairy issue with polygamy? If three people (or four or five or whatever) choose to form a legal bond and raise their family collectively... again, as long as no one's being victimized... what is the problem?
Oh, say the critics, but polygamy's tied to child abuse. Uh, right. That's the same thing they say about same-sex unions... based on their ludicrous assumption that all homosexuals are somehow pedophiles, or sex fiends. Ridiculous.
I've heard otherwise rational men say... I'd never go to a gay male doctor.
To which I say.... don't flatter yourself. Just because a man may be in a love with another man, that doesn't mean he's uncontrollably flinging himself at every damned man who walks through the door. I mean... I have a straight male doctor. That means... oooooohhhh.... gasp.... he has sex with women!!!! But that has absolutely nothing to do with him examining me in his professional capacity.
We have a polygamist sect here in British Columbia, and it's under near-constant scrutiny for child abuse. The allegation is that very young girls are married off to men, against their will.
To which I say... if that's the case, it's child abuse, for sure. But it's an entirely separate issue from the marital status of the parents involved.
Sorry if I'm ranting here, but this whole issue gets my knickers in a major twist. I think it's because... as one of those kids who was teased and taunted for simply being who I was... I sort of understand what it must be like to face such senseless discrimination.
We have today, in too many parts of North America, a culture that says... while most other forms of organized hate and discrimination are frowned upon... it's okay to ostracize and mistreat people... solely on the basis of who they love.
It's insane. I mean... I remember when I first encountered boys. There was an instant ZING! From that time on, I pretty much always had a crush on some boy or other and... lucky me... I was part of a majority, so having those feelings was a-okay.
The gay and lesbian people I've talked to had similar experiences somewhere in their lives.... where they felt that overwhelming sense of attraction and excitement and curiosity. But... unlucky them, they were part of a minority, and made to think that what they felt was somehow bad or wrong.
I'm on this topic today because our federal government (recently elected and right wing) is threatening to undo the same-sex marriage law. This is just the latest in a string of reversals that's included:
- killing the nearly-enacted bill that would've decriminalized marijuana
- killing an agreement with aboriginal people that would've finally begun addressing the deplorable conditions many of them live in
- reversing the country's commitment to do its part to address climate change, and
- killing a multi-year agreement with the provinces that would've made child care somewhat more affordable and accessible.
In the government's eyes, child care is bad. I mean, everyone knows mommies should stay home with their babies while daddies work. Climate change is just a bunch of made-up garbage; after all, those scientists are all a bunch of liberals. Aboriginal people... notwithstanding the fact that white people stole their land, stuck them on reserves, legislated away their rights and tore a whole generation of children away from their families and communities... Notwithstanding that, "those people" are just lazy; they just need to pull themselves up by their bootstraps. As for marijuana... well, we all know it's FAR more harmful than booze, which government not only endorses but shamelessly profits from. I mean... just look at all the domestic strife, and public brawls, and armed standoffs, and traffic carnage caused by those crazed, violent potheads. And those humsexuals... well. We can't deport them 'cause they're from here (darnit anyway). But we sure as hell owe it to the citizenry to make sure they're denied the most fundamental of human rights... the right to freely love.
I'm sorry if this is a downer but I'm sick at heart for my country today. I fear where we're going and I feel so helpless... watching our common sense progress slip away.
I guess I should just be glad that G and her One True Love are already married... and no one... not even right wing governments... can take what they have away from them.
(Sonnet) a BED of ROSES... - written HTR Stevens
Pain, hardships and suff’ring are of earth born.
Life is not a road that runs smooth and straight;
They on whom we shower love may return hate.
Life has many a wild and worthless dream;
Yet, how many a low thing we esteem!
Power and all fade with the breaking dawn;
And with them all bright prospects are withdrawn.
Farewell to thee, o sweet and fragrant flower;
Power and Beauty take leave at Death’s hour.
Howe’er great or grand to men thou may be,
When Death looms o’erhead, no man can save thee.
Fare-thee-well, dear reader, be brave at heart;
Fight the good fight, then with a smile depart.
The image of a witch on a broomstick first appeared in the 15th century. Two women in illustrations of the 1451 edition of French poet Martin Le Franc’s Le Champion des Dames, are flying, one on a stick, the other on a broom.
Dylan Thuras at Atlas Obscura wrote that the “broom was a symbol of female domesticity, yet the broom was also phallic, so riding on one was a symbol of female sexuality, thus femininity and domesticity gone wild.” The two women in Le Champion des Dames are ordinary, so their corruption cannot be visually perceived. And pagan rituals before the 15th century had involved phallic forms, so the shape of the broomstick between a woman’s legs had both a sexual and spiritually deviant meaning to the Church.
The vulgar belief, and the witches confess, that on certain days or nights they anoint a staff and ride on it to the appointed place or anoint themselves under the arms and in other hairy places.
Since many witch “confessions” were got under torture, and the Catholic Church and others could be wildly reactionary to any deviance, all of this is hearsay. But the image of the witch on the broomstick combined anxieties about women’s sexuality, and religious freedom into one enduring myth.
The football that is! For all those women who don't think men show emotions, just go out tonight and watch them cry if we lose!
Me, I don't give a damn. I get my ups & downs in other ways - like spending 3 hours hoping & praying a Hairy (dragonfly of course!) would land just once for a photo opportunity. And I wasn't the only one!
When it did finally land to partake of a snack (a Large Red Damselfly) the elation shown by two grown men (and one grown woman) was akin to winning the final. It meant we could go home satisfied with a winning result,and we weren't going to get drunk and beat up total strangers....
since the last few were oldies, as promised .. a new shot.
one of my co-workers. when i told him i'd post this he said "oh yea? let me show them my sexy leg". this is the guy your mother warned you about. he has a girlfriend in every country. just got transferred to Saudi Arabia .. women of Saudi, you've been warned :p
It is hard to see into a house filled with hair
Lots of hair on a small person looks worse than one hair on a big person
It could be that hairy women like hanging out with hairy men
When hair starts to grow in your yard, get the big razon ready
Hair in an ice cube will ruin a drink
Oh the bushes and braids of the hair parade
Nobody looks for great hair in a painting
The stylist of hair prefer to wear hoods
When a couple has a falling out, the lose their hair
You can't say she has beautiful hairs
When you raise your voice, You let down your hair
When you weave the sunlight in your hair, you enact a poem
The mystery of hair will never be solved
People who tune into this bunch of photos regularly will realise I'm either slightly obsessed or paranoid about how I portray women in my photographs. Slightly wary of using methods of shooting to create images of male dominance or exploitation. Blame my lecturer many moons ago for that.
Normally I would have said that in taking a photo like this, eyes down, looking vulnerable and forlorn, it skirts close to the notion that some big hairy bloke (that'd be me then) is deliberately trying to make Amy appear like easy prey here. The thought fills me with horror. It fills me with the idea that someone could look at it, and think I'm a predator with a camera, which is one step away from those sleazy old sods preying on naked flesh on camera club night.
What differs though, is when Amy does this by herself. It changes the balance of power I think. It's like acceptance, and trust. The thing I'm most proud of with the shoot with her, is that for someone who started off the whole thing exceptionally nervous, that she totally loosened up and relaxed, and enjoyed the process. To me, fuck the photos, the fact I cultivated that 'relationship' is the most important thing. The photos come out of that relationship.
So in a sense, whether anyone else likes this or not doesn't bother me. To me, this is the photo that tells me I succeeded, I was accepted. And that makes me smile, it's really important to me, to not be that sleazy old dude at the camera club night.
If this is trust, then trust is beautiful.
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This is Crystal. Her mom is not part of the listserve but sent me this photo because I've been posting other plus-size women on winter vacations.
Crystal is on her 'honeymoon'--alone. Her fiance broke off the wedding weeks before the ceremony wa
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