reclaiming the pejorative

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Call me crazy. Or sensitive. Or emotional. And I’ll probably thank you. Women who aren’t maternal, ladies who aren’t polite, girls who dare to voice their opinion without being asked, scare the pants off society. So we dismiss them. Truth tellers, those who call it as it is, are crazy.  Those who are offended by the offensive…

eight things i’ve learned from being sick

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A listicle for you today. I was diagnosed with Hashimotos a little over two years ago now. However looking back, the symptoms began much earlier. Being chronically unwell is an incredibly humbling experience. Everything you think you are, as measured by what you do, is taken away. Work, hobbies, community activities, a social life. All that…

these choices we make

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I’m starting to come to terms with something that I’ve been fighting against my whole life. The idea that no matter how much love, encouragement and support we give, we cannot change another person. I have watched family members, former friends and myself make some pretty poor choices over the years. Some of them less revocable than others. Some…

a toast to ordinary love

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What does it mean when you’d rather sit on the couch with your partner snuggled up drinking a gf beer and watching Game of Thrones than going out to a late night party? What does it mean when the best part of your day is your partner coming home and you watch the sunset together from…

do words alone make the racist?

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Last week I used the term “disabled people”. My friend gently corrected me: “people with disabilities”. Okay. No problem. I’ve had a number of friends correct my terminology from time to time. I used to refer to sex workers as prostitutes. I have formerly referred to transgender people as transvestites. I have heard the term hermaphrodite being used…