All my adult life I’ve been ashamed of being a man – ashamed of how we treat women, how we behave, oh so much. All my life (as far back as I can remember) I’ve disliked males. For most of my life, I’ve not been comfortable as a man. All my life (since perhaps a bit before I knew what feminism was) I’ve been a...
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Chatting with my dear friend Casey (F, NY), we were discussing gender issues, and I’d suggested to her – in what I hope was a not-at-all-weird way – that I wished she had been my mother (no, seriously, in context it wasn’t weird, and I’m not really at liberty to explain the context). And Casey asked: “Serious question, if you were my little boy(?) what...
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Sorry, let things get the better of me a bit yesterday. Still, today is another day – obviously.
So what are we doing today? I could do a bit of history – I realised why @redberry seemed so familiar. I first met her four hundred and seven years ago, at Pendle Hill, during the Lancashire witch trials. Sorry about that sweetie, but girl, did you...
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When you’re really sad, confused, and upset, it’s probably OK to read Mark Anthony’s funeral speech from Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare (the one that starts “Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.”, you know, that one), but it would appear it’s a dreadful mistake to have YouTube on, with Lost in Vegas reacting to Dire Straits’ Sultans of Swing while you read it.
I...
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