The first thing I noticed was the body language here. I don’t like the way he’s gripping her arm.

It’s God’s will.

Their trauma will never end; it’ll just morph into something else.

Not only are many women ostracized, communities fear that babies fathered through sexual violence during captivity “will become the next generation of fighters, as they carry the violent characteristics of their biological fathers,” the report said.

He gets to consider this his friendly warning. What’s weird is that I have lived here for 4 years and I have never had him wander here to hunt because “Steve” said he could before.

That sentence is terror inducing.

Yikes. These women are still going to go through so much. 

She probably hopes for his inevitable hunting “accident” that will free her.

Thank you! I have been playing that same song for years. We need to take our rights because they won’t give them to us. Maybe if we made them sick when we cooked and cleaned, if we compelled men to raise their kids as the the primary caregiver, they fuck off and do it thenselves. I had 4 brothers and none of them did…

This is insane. You are triple infinity hard core. My good giddy aunt. If there was a fella in my garden with a gun I would be crying for my mum, under my duvet.

PP took care of me when I was poor and needed a diaphragm. Now I take care of them by giving all of my semi-mandatory United Way donations at work to them.

I am gray so I can reply without promoting this asshole, right?

The Chief of Police is neverendingly amused by me but yes, he was quite helpful and also reminded me that threatening to duke it out with an armed stranger is not in my best interest.

I have had deer hunters that have asked to cross through my property. I always tell them no simply because I have a few deer that I am kind of fond of. I also would prefer not having strange, armed people traipsing around. No one has ever been mad or even put out about it. And then there was this guy.

Yeah, none of that stuff is really mine behind the fence. But the green space is permanent, so it’s kind of like it’s ours. Nobody else goes back there anyways. I pretend that’s my acreage. :P

Your back yard is gorgeous.

*internet hugs*

In honour of PP, here’s the beautiful non-protestors outside our local hospital. Rock on, ladies.

Random things in no particular order:

Almost tow years ago to the day, my on-and-off boyfriend of seven years committed suicide. We weren’t dating at the time, but it still hit me like a train.