The ABCs of Human Life on Planet Earth

It would be great if each individual was born with a manual attached to them, that outlined where they should go, what they should do, who they should love, how it will come about and when.  Unfortunately this is not exactly the case, so here are tidbits of Diamonds and Pearls I have gleaned to help you along your journey.

Generally Speaking, All Of Your Problems Will Be Given to You by Other Humans.

Whether it be via environmental influences, genetics, birth trauma, lack of prenatal care, relationships, etc., generally every last one of your problems will be given to you by another human being. Continue reading

I Rebelled Against Patriarchy and It Showed Up On My Face – A Love Letter

Dear Patriarchy,

It wasn’t that I didn’t like you, I was just done with the bull.  I mean, I know that my great grandmother was down for you, but my paternal grandma wasn’t having it, and I hung around her a lot…..so what did you expect…..grandpa wasn’t there to defend you because grandma divorced him.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got body-hairless cousins that cheer for you, but I can’t pretend to agree with you when I know you’re wrong.  Also, (clears throat)…..da da da dum…..I have a brain.

I know you think it doesn’t work, and that I’m flaky and emotional, but it just means I care, I don’t want to fight and I like the thought of living longer…., which by the way, you can do if you get with my program.

I have something I have to tell you and I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a long time.  You’re not as smart as me.  Nope, and under your leadership, little girls and boys have been raped and mutilated, and the world is going to hell in a hand basket.

Speak to someone who cares — get advice about love and finances.

Oh, you didn’t know?

But, I’m not going to make this long, I just wanted to ask if we could find a way to get along.  I still want your virility in my life, but when you see me….you see someone else.  It kinda showed up on my face and now you think I’m a smartass or a know-it-all.

Nooooo!  It’s not that lol, it’s just that I like not having bruises on my arm from you pulling me where I don’t want to go.  And, sometimes I just want to curl up with my English tea, my cat and my kindle.  And just because I don’t want to have sex when I want my kindle, doesn’t mean I don’t ever want it because when I want it, I WANT IT!  I no longer want to be a slave to the drug testosterone or to the tiny bacteria that lie at the root of your male member, which YOU refuse to treat because…

“That doctor’s equipment hurts me!” You say in your whiny voice.

So you’d rather I be hurt by you.

Oh well, don’t hate me because I have my own mind.  I still need you.  Let’s figure out how we can make this work because you have to admit, we need each other.

Love,

Matriarchy