WE AREN'T GOING TO TAKE IT. NO WE AREN'T GOING TO TAKE IT!!! Females are not going to take sexism any longer. We will not be told that we cannot make the same wages as men for the same job. We are not going to be told not to wear something because it's too sexy. Too sexy for who? The men? Or wear this, it's sexy. Again? For who? We won't be told we can't do anything. Because you know what? We will do it, and we will do it better. All sexists just stand back. Stand back and stare. Try and stop us.
The goddesses are rising. We have been growing stronger and stronger- while you have been sitting around with your hands in your pants. We have been rising quietly from the waters of equality. Now we have risen.
The more times that you try and keep a woman down, the more she will get back up. Each time this happens, she grows stronger. So keep your hand on our ass, keep your eyes on our breasts. While you have been distracted with your cock and balls in your hand, we have been taking over the world.
We haven't been walking around with the same sense of entitlement that you men have. We have had to work for equal rights. Woman have fought for their rights for as long as civilization has existed. Men have expected woman to bear the children, take care of the children, lay on there backs and make more children and...well let's be honest...woman take care of most everything else as well. So, we have laid here. We have been bearing your children and caring for your homes and you. We have fed you and nurtured you with our breasts. No woman ever came from a man's body. We have just made things better all around.
Now, add in the facts. In the last century women have also entered the workplace and the political arena. Yet, despite the fact that tons of woman have been doing great things we are still looked at as less competent than the men. By the men. Anything you can do, we can do better.
I am not saying that men don't do great things as well. That they cannot be the nurtures of the children, and hold down a job. I am married to this man. I am talking about the majority. There are plenty of men that I have great respect for.
Woman have to work to be noticed and then they have to work to be respected and taken seriously. Sexy clothes are worn to get mens attention and also to distract them. Also, to compete with other woman. Being "sexy" is a double edged sword sometimes. Sexy clothes draw the eyes of men and women alike. A beautiful woman will make you stop and stare. Women have been raped for their beauty. Women fear for their beauty when they go out in public. I have been undressed by a mans disrespecting eyes more than once. I have been afraid to walk down an alley. Men do not live with this feeling.
Women are constantly challenging one another and themselves, they do this unconsciously and consciously. The constant challenge that we place on ourselves to take care of this family, this home, earn this paycheck, get equal wages, vote, look good, avoid getting ogled or even raped, and even go to school have only made woman evolve into something stronger. We ARE goddesses rising, and this is only the natural evolution or things. Creating a "rape culture", or over sensationalizing sex in the media is not going to stop women from being equal. The media loves to bring a distraction, that is part of how our "big brother" culture operates.
I have no doubt that we are going to have a woman president. In fact, I just have a feeling that the time is coming soon. Woman are rising and they are also being persecuted for their good deeds all over the world. Sorry guys, we aren't going to lie on our backs for you anymore, and keep quiet. See us rising gloriously from the waters. Hear our siren calls.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Cloud shapes
Inner peace is an endless horizon.
Lavender blue and periwinkle skies-
stacks of white slowly floating by.
It is surreal to watch them, so grand- so high.
I daydream, and they become shapes.
It looks like the gates of heaven have opened.
Heralding angels fill the sky.
The meadow is glittering like emeralds,
white sunlight beams through the clouds,
lulling me to sleep in a gentle dream.
Lavender blue and periwinkle skies-
stacks of white slowly floating by.
It is surreal to watch them, so grand- so high.
I daydream, and they become shapes.
It looks like the gates of heaven have opened.
Heralding angels fill the sky.
The meadow is glittering like emeralds,
white sunlight beams through the clouds,
lulling me to sleep in a gentle dream.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Father
Today I decided to call my biological Father. I wanted Andy to "meet" him. I have not seen him for about ten years, and before that I hadn't seen him since I was very little.I have not spoken with him since the last time I saw him.
We haven't always had the closest relationship, you could say--since he put my sisters and I in foster care while my Mom was having brain surgery. My opinion of him up to today was that he brings new meaning to the word "bastard," and who could blame me, after what happened...my whole life.
I don't know why I have always wanted to know him, I guess it's because he made me. I had a loving Father growing up. He took care of me, and loved me. So why this attraction to Val(Valentino)?
I think that it goes beyond knowing that I look like him, and probably act like him...even if I don't know him--really.
The phone call went like this:
"Hello" (him).
"Hi, is this Val?" (even thought I knew it was).
"Hi Val, this is your daughter, Farra".
"Who?"
"Farra...your daughter".
"Oh! Farra!"
Followed by, what was surprisingly, a nice chat. I found him sweet and easy to talk to. He was not rambling on as much as the last time that I spoke to him-about the War (WW2), old Italy, past mistakes. He seemed to be in the moment and genuinely happy to hear from me. He told me repeatedly that he thought of me all of the time. He shared valuable information with me about my genealogy, family medical history and told me some about my Mom when she was young.
He turned 80 on April 3rd, but he was able to use a cell phone easily to get me a number and seemed coherent. Although he did say that senility was creeping up on him.
He told me that a Fuoco trait is to be friendly and charming--diplomatic. He told me that my biological half sister Shirley was that way, as is he.
He told me that my Great Grandmother--his Mother's last name, was Brunetti (Bruno) which originates from the word "brown" because of there brown complexions. They were the second wealthiest family in the "village," (Florence in the 1100's-1200's and then Palermo in 1282). This information is very valuable to me. I have always had questions about who I am, and where I came from. Who am I?
He told me that he had a psychiatrist appointment. He told me that he had PTSD from being put into a boxcar during the war. I felt bad for him. I could tell that he was still carrying a lot of guilt around with him. Things that he had done, and things that he had not done. Things that he did and did not have control over.
He told me that my Mom used to like to smoke joints and that he didn't like it. He told me that she was his psychiatrist, and that she was too beautiful to resist. The way that he said he didn't really know what he was doing with my Mom for 10(13) years while he was married etc. made me think that I got the chemical imbalance that I have from him-- and that he needs to quit lying and making excuses. He is either senile, or he has lied so many times that he does not remember the truth.
He asked if he could call me, and I told him that he could. Part of me feels guilty--to my Mom and to my Dad. But I believe in forgiveness. I believe that there is enough Love for everyone. I don't want to live my life in fear anymore. That means I am not going to NOT do something, out of fear of what someone else will think. I don't love my Dad any less, if I allow myself to love and forgive my biological Father---and that is that.
He told me that he loves me and I said the same at the end of the call.
In conclusion, I am glad that I called.
We haven't always had the closest relationship, you could say--since he put my sisters and I in foster care while my Mom was having brain surgery. My opinion of him up to today was that he brings new meaning to the word "bastard," and who could blame me, after what happened...my whole life.
I don't know why I have always wanted to know him, I guess it's because he made me. I had a loving Father growing up. He took care of me, and loved me. So why this attraction to Val(Valentino)?
I think that it goes beyond knowing that I look like him, and probably act like him...even if I don't know him--really.
The phone call went like this:
"Hello" (him).
"Hi, is this Val?" (even thought I knew it was).
"Hi Val, this is your daughter, Farra".
"Who?"
"Farra...your daughter".
"Oh! Farra!"
Followed by, what was surprisingly, a nice chat. I found him sweet and easy to talk to. He was not rambling on as much as the last time that I spoke to him-about the War (WW2), old Italy, past mistakes. He seemed to be in the moment and genuinely happy to hear from me. He told me repeatedly that he thought of me all of the time. He shared valuable information with me about my genealogy, family medical history and told me some about my Mom when she was young.
He turned 80 on April 3rd, but he was able to use a cell phone easily to get me a number and seemed coherent. Although he did say that senility was creeping up on him.
He told me that a Fuoco trait is to be friendly and charming--diplomatic. He told me that my biological half sister Shirley was that way, as is he.
He told me that my Great Grandmother--his Mother's last name, was Brunetti (Bruno) which originates from the word "brown" because of there brown complexions. They were the second wealthiest family in the "village," (Florence in the 1100's-1200's and then Palermo in 1282). This information is very valuable to me. I have always had questions about who I am, and where I came from. Who am I?
He told me that he had a psychiatrist appointment. He told me that he had PTSD from being put into a boxcar during the war. I felt bad for him. I could tell that he was still carrying a lot of guilt around with him. Things that he had done, and things that he had not done. Things that he did and did not have control over.
He told me that my Mom used to like to smoke joints and that he didn't like it. He told me that she was his psychiatrist, and that she was too beautiful to resist. The way that he said he didn't really know what he was doing with my Mom for 10(13) years while he was married etc. made me think that I got the chemical imbalance that I have from him-- and that he needs to quit lying and making excuses. He is either senile, or he has lied so many times that he does not remember the truth.
He asked if he could call me, and I told him that he could. Part of me feels guilty--to my Mom and to my Dad. But I believe in forgiveness. I believe that there is enough Love for everyone. I don't want to live my life in fear anymore. That means I am not going to NOT do something, out of fear of what someone else will think. I don't love my Dad any less, if I allow myself to love and forgive my biological Father---and that is that.
He told me that he loves me and I said the same at the end of the call.
In conclusion, I am glad that I called.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
New day
The dawn is silent.
While we are sleeping,
the sun is waking.
I contemplate the silence for a moment,
and celebrate in my heart the coming of a new day.
I pray for peace for all that are suffering,
and the continuation of happiness for those not.
This moment is right now,
and each second propels us
into the future.
My heart rejoices for this day.
The simple pleasures that await.
A friend,
a meal,
my family.
Welcome new day,
I embrace all that you bring.
While we are sleeping,
the sun is waking.
I contemplate the silence for a moment,
and celebrate in my heart the coming of a new day.
I pray for peace for all that are suffering,
and the continuation of happiness for those not.
This moment is right now,
and each second propels us
into the future.
My heart rejoices for this day.
The simple pleasures that await.
A friend,
a meal,
my family.
Welcome new day,
I embrace all that you bring.
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Oil and Hamburger Helper
We need a revolution. Most people that I know care about our planet. But it seems that the people that are in political control care more about the dollars in their pockets then our planet Earth. Why are we still producing gasoline powered vehicles? We have already established that we can make electric or even hybrid vehicles. But oil is lucrative, not electricity.
If you go to the grocery store in America the shelves are stocked with food-food that is filled with cancer causing preservatives. We have already established that this is harmful to people. It makes them stupider, it causes cancer, it causes birth defects. Why doesn't our food come with warning labels? Why are we still producing it.
WE aren't! Greedy corporations, politicians and the FDA are not the ones eating the hamburger helper, yet they are the ones feeding us it in bulk. It is the middle class that is being fed the shit so that the ones in control can have more money.
It would certainly help if the ones in control, the ones making the decisions were more trustworthy.It would help the people and our planet if these people would take a step back and actually CARE about people.. I don't feel that they do.
I feel that we are overproducing a bunch of shit.
We NEED change!!
If you go to the grocery store in America the shelves are stocked with food-food that is filled with cancer causing preservatives. We have already established that this is harmful to people. It makes them stupider, it causes cancer, it causes birth defects. Why doesn't our food come with warning labels? Why are we still producing it.
WE aren't! Greedy corporations, politicians and the FDA are not the ones eating the hamburger helper, yet they are the ones feeding us it in bulk. It is the middle class that is being fed the shit so that the ones in control can have more money.
It would certainly help if the ones in control, the ones making the decisions were more trustworthy.It would help the people and our planet if these people would take a step back and actually CARE about people.. I don't feel that they do.
I feel that we are overproducing a bunch of shit.
We NEED change!!
Thursday, July 10, 2014
How to be Happy
How to be Happy
Make time to be around other humans.
(in person)
Find out what YOU actually like to do.
(find time to do it)
Laugh as much as possible.
(Look for funny stuff, and you will find it)
Be in Nature.
Be around animals.
Be around kids.
(they teach you how to be unselfish)
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
My Tree
My tree is majestic and beautiful;
her leaves blow gracefully,
whispering a song with the wind.
A sound as light as air-
if you want to hear you have to listen.
My tree is wise and knows the secret of life.
Do not fight the wind, let it blow around you.
She is pregnant with fruit,
orbs ripe, bursting with juice.
A feast for the birds, the bugs and the human.
Rooted to the Earth she stands tall,
her trunk never sways-
not even for the strongest storm.
her leaves blow gracefully,
whispering a song with the wind.
A sound as light as air-
if you want to hear you have to listen.
My tree is wise and knows the secret of life.
Do not fight the wind, let it blow around you.
She is pregnant with fruit,
orbs ripe, bursting with juice.
A feast for the birds, the bugs and the human.
Rooted to the Earth she stands tall,
her trunk never sways-
not even for the strongest storm.
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