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Published June 17, 2018 by Nan MykelHad to share, from Bethanyk
Had to share, from Bethanyk
I hope the right people read this. It reminds me of Roland C. Summit’s 1983 article “The Child Sexual Abuse Accommodation Syndrome” in Child Abuse and Neglect 7 (3) 177-93.
Had to reblog this gem.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
Blogger’s Lament
I do not want to bait a hook,
do the dishes, write a book.
Don’t wake at 6 or make my bed.
Most of my time’s spent in my head.
In two weeks, I’ll be seventy-one,
so when all is said and done,
I’ve earned the right to just obsess
on what I wish to. I confess
I’m up at eight or nine or ten,
with laptop or with notes and pen,
fulfilling all my blogging jobs,
and I must say that there are gobs
of prompt sites since
(and here I wince)
WordPress quit, thereby unleashing
scads of prompt sites without teaching
Mr. Linky or other ways
to try to ease our blogging days.
Now hours are spent just trying to
link up to that frog that’s blue
or finding where the prompt is hidden
even after we’ve been bidden
to come post on someone’s site.
So…
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Halleluiah is all I can say. Your post revved me up until the very end, and still does. I admire your intelligence, talent, courage and moral fibre. Thank you for speaking out so effectively.
I’ve been reading about the immigrant situation and the separation of children from their parents for the last two weeks. My response, from the safety of my own study, has been to sign petitions, send money to the ACLU, write testy letters to my own representatives, which in a purplish-blue state, involves preaching to the choir in some cases. It’s not enough.
I believe the inhumane immigration policy enacted by this administration is the Japanese internment camp of our time. It will be our national shame for years to come. While we’ve already replaced our human rights high horse with a jackass on the world stage, I fear our grandchildren will ask “What did you do when they started putting the children in tent camps and warehousing them in a vacant Walmart?”
It is, unquestionably, an issue of morality. Not biblical morality, which is as whimsical and cruel as the…
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Wish I’d written that…
Let’s party like it’s 1399 by Robert Wertzler CABBAGESANDKINGS524
Going forward.
It is not too late to nip this cancer in the bud and return to America as the land of freedom and democracy, even improving on what we had before — preferably with some new checks and balances put in place to prevent anything like this from ever happening again. But the hour is getting late and the cancer is metastasizing. One positive effect of Trumpism and the carnage it’s creating is that finally, higher human values like I mentioned in the last paragraph are being given the respect due them again. There is a general recognition by two thirds of Americans — even by traditional Republicans (both Bushes are among them) — that these values have been devalued for so long that they are now are nearly nonexistent in American politics, and demonized where they appear (compassion and kindness are now “socialism”). Narcissism has run amok, ignorance is admired, and greed has been glorified. Sociopathy is now becoming acceptable. Over time, these vices have been turned into virtues instead of the destructive forces they really are. But there’s a painful awareness now, a passion for truth, and a desire to repair or reclaim what has been lost or damaged that I see now among most people. Two thirds of us strive to be rid of the invasive cancer of societal malignant narcissism, a desire that wasn’t evident before 2017. In addition, like the narcissism blogger I discussed in the beginning of this article, some of us have been transformed spiritually in the face of this existential darkness, and in spite of the ominous threat of being silenced held over us, we are finally finding our voices.
I have to believe that good will always “trump” evil (pun intended).
It always does, in the end.
(Unfortunately the above originally appeared in 2017 and we are still struggling to find our voices)
I’ve suspected a brain tumor. That must be it! I pray it is, not reality.
People turned into spiders, with many webs to store their prey?
What is draining love out of the United States and is there any hope on the horizon?
Facebook.com/artistjoshuablewettI’m cogitating on this. Later.
Very educational. Thanks to bellibone’s Afterward blog (have I got it right?)

The first three categories are defined in term of whom the folks in that category want to go to bed with. The final category is about who the folks there want to go to bed as even when they go to bed alone.
First of all, I have been in many support group meetings and only rarely, believe it or not, does the subject of bedroom sex come up. It is simply so far off topic that we rarely venture there.
And I have never seen it hold the attention of the group more than briefly.
Questions of identity, of acceptance or rejection, the practical problems of transition or of dealing with prejudice and discrimination, yes, those come up all the time. But rarely does erotic sex emerge as a topic.
It is impossible to predict from knowing that someone is trans the sort of person they will…
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Excellent point! I agree.
I’ve been told more than once that I have a weird sense of humor, but boy is it a tension reliever, as I just remembered a few minutes ago while plotting my book’s transgendered M2F heroine, who was discussing a presentation topic with a friend in their advanc
ed human sexuality class. My heroine had been under a lot of emotional strain that week, and when her friend suggested the topic of sex with animals, my heroine lost it. She made a public spectacle of herself, laughing in the university’s cafeteria, and her companion finally joined her in laughter. I know it’s really an unusual, but not funny topic, but anyway that scene came to me.
It was then that I flashed on a scene from yesterday’s Spectrum installation visit and saw it as humorous. It had not occurred to me to see it as humorous until then. (Maybe I had been under a lot of emotional strain too, and didn’t realize it). Anyway, the Spectrum helper was a very serious, dedicated, earnest and courteous young man of color who “yes ma’am”ed me for everything. After connecting the tv in my livingroom we adjourned to my bedroom, where he began working on a smaller and older television set.
I had to warn him that the tv was sitting atop a board which was under a flannel sheet and held up by an elderly person’s potty chair. He seriously said “Yes ma’am,” but then at one point the board almost tipped the tv off. Disaster was averted, however.
P.S. After looking up zoophilia and bestiality I’m appalled. I don’t think she knew what she was laughing at either.
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