Well, that was.. something.

I am writing this here, because my handwriting sucks and this experience is important, worth more than a line in my diary and deserves to be out there in the wild for discussion, should that happen.

Tonight, I was rehearsing a sketch, playing Minister So-And-So, and it was about Bill 18, the so-called anti-bullying bill here in Manitoba.

The Minister is being bullied by another person in the sketch, and rehearsing, I had a horrible flashback to a Grade 10 experience where I was assaulted by a group of boys two years older than me. 

That experience was horrible, even though I was not physically injured and that finally made me fearful enough that I went to the principal and told someone about the months of verbal abuse I had endured.  I told the principal I didn't want those three students to not ever talk to me again.  And they didn't.  It was a delicious three months of peace, and then they graduated.

That was in 1988.  I didn't tell my mom about it until some time in 2010.  We cried.  I cry now thinking about how I was so ashamed of this that I didn't tell my mom then.

So, tonight, we are rehearsing, and I'm playing the bullied party, and the bully (it's satire) is walking behind my back, as the script indicates.

I express my discomfort, because suddenly I'm that scared 15-year-old, going to the principal (director) and saying I'm not comfortable.  The director immediately makes changes to accommodate my discomfort.

The bully defends himself, saying it's OK, in real life he's a nice guy.

That, right there, ladies and gentleman, is rape culture.

In the sketch, I knee him in the nuts.  Wish I could do that in real life.  And go back in time and do it again.

My very first crochet project

I made an idiot string, and I'm quite proud of myself.

The Feline Overlords

Somebody ought to make these guys get jobs.

Here, there will be dragons!

Eventually.

Hey

Life's been interesting. This is a snap of my shopping list from a recent US trip. Others had spreadsheets, so I felt really inadequate.

Then, we found the yarn shop, and it was amazing.

Kick ass

I've been thinking about body image and size lately. Mostly because I'm becoming uncomfortable with mine (a story for another day, though). But, I just stumbled on this, and it's too good not to share.

Go here and read this.

And then go out into the world and kick ass, regardless of what the tag says. Even strong people like me need reminders occasionally.

$300 and a bunch of sweat later

I have a garden. I've spent lots of time out here, and it's so peaceful. And rejuvenating.

This summer's project is to work on the front. It's so boring and neglected.