The Anti-Flinch Discipline
I’m on a self imposed Flinch reaction ban.
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
I’m on a self imposed Flinch reaction ban.
It’s housekeeping time in the relationships corner of my life. That means letting go of people who don’t behave like my equals.
New friends, new kinds of friendships, new definitions of support and ways to engage with others lead to a new me. New life?
Last week, after I performed a piece about women, I was verbally attacked & threatened by a man. This is how others reacted.
Yesterday I was introduced on stage by a misogynist host. After I performed a piece about womanhood, another man began harassing me.
Marriage becomes a political boundary between people, turning them from friends into people needing security checks & visas.
Paper Plane & coffee
I’m in heartbreak. I’m Scarlett O’Hara pining for the virtues of Melanie Wilkes. I’m some other kind of woman.
I had a chance to get this off my chest last year. I’m so grateful for the stage giving me a chance to voice things that had been eating away my insides for too long. I’ve been silenced by well-meaning friends and others who are just inconvenienced by anything other…
I sang. There was music.