Otherwise known by friends on the web as Labrys, which is the name of a ceremonial double -headed axe. Also used as a symbol by lesbians, and I am frequently mistaken for one and sometimes called “Dyke” which makes me say “Oh, thank you.” even though I am in a committed
(if troubled now blissfully working-it-out 35+ years) hetero marriage. I use the backwards spelling now and then for variation….so hey, variable! I have opinions on damn near everything and likely will post several times per day, so if I don’t hit a button at first read? The internal weather, it is a-changing.
(Also, the other “dramatis personae” in my life.)
I have limits and comments or statements like the following get you excised from my life like cancer:
“The only choice women have about getting pregnant is to cross their f’ing legs.”
“Those LGBT people have the same rights as everyone else already.”
Make any sort of “Hrrrumph” sound at the mention of “Black Lives Matter” in my presence – go ahead, I double dog dare you.
“Crying rape is just ‘buyer’s remorse’ anyway.”
“Obama isn’t even American.” (‘Course they mean, really, he is the wrong COLOR of American)
“Oh, she is just PLAYING victim.”
“What are those veterans bitching about; it IS a volunteer Army, they weren’t drafted after all.”
I could go on and on, but I think that gives you sufficient idea of what lights my fuse.
I served in the US Army as a Russian linguist and analyst, and yes, my language skills have gone to hell….it’s been that long. After all, I was one of the last of the WACs!
I was born in Kansas, no, I no longer live there and Auntie Em can keep the dog, thanks. I am, however, no longer very fond of the Emerald City, either. (nickname of Seattle, WA.) I prefer Portland or little Olympia — our state capital.
I’ve been forced to join the Mormon Church as a child, I escaped to the Catholic Church on my own; and then left them, too, when a Pope declared his decree more valid than human conscience. Now, I wonder as I wander the metaphysical wilds as a solitary hermit armed with Occam’s Razor.
Among my heroes: Doris Lessing, Georgia O’Keeffe, Olive Schreiner, Isak Dineson, Eleanor and Franklin Roosevelt, Winston Churchill, Abraham Lincoln
I like to read. I like non-fiction in the form of history, philosophy, and I like science fiction of the social sort more than the physics geek sort.
I have favorite profanities. I may show you them, do not be shocked.
I keep that Labyrinth there at the right…it is made of stone beneath those luminarias. It is dedicated to the men and women falling in the current pair of wars.
Just because I call myself a feminist, it doesn’t mean I don’t consider myself a humanist FIRST; nor does it mean I won’t point and laugh if other feminists indulge in victimhood, semantics, and other useless wastes of time instead of giving a REAL damn about female lives. Just because I call myself a Liberal doesn’t mean I won’t clock you with a liter sized glass bottle full of sand if you startle me in the dark. You’ve been warned!