Tag: truth

So Convenient to Ignore Our Soldiers These Days

I just wanted to write what will hopefully read as a friendly reminder that our veterans are our concern too. We don’t stop to think about that anymore. It’s not a public holiday like it once was, military service being something that a small percentage of the population is touched by, we are comfortable with

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Fireside Chats: Agendas and Other Nonsense

Check out my episode “Fireside Chats: Agendas and Other Nonsense” from Heather Charles on Anchor: https://anchor.fm/withloverebel/episodes/Fireside-Chats-Agendas-and-Other-Nonsense-e203rb

A Round Up of Thoughts on Gender: Nope, Still Just a Tiny Girl and That’s OK

I’ve been spending the last year and half now reliving all of my trauma while I try to sort things out. There’s A LOT of rape, you guys. I lost count a long time ago, and in my triggered state, it made it difficult for me to leave the house. I mentioned this to some

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My Shitheadery Saved Me

When you grow up poor you face an entire social structure that has the same force as gravity. It is there to drag you down until you reach the center of the earth and know your place. I get asked a lot how I managed to escape gravity, and the honest answer is that I

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Stop Binary Thinking

  We have a strange difficulty imagining beyond two options. Binary. It makes it so much easier, you guys. It is such an efficient image of the world but the binary poses other problems that outweigh it’s efficiency. The main problem with this system is that it’s so simplistic as to be functionally useless, especially

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To the Moms: Always for me in the Plural

I just sustained another loss, it’s hit me hard and I’m still reeling. It reminded me how important the many women who cared for me throughout my life are. Women without whom I’d be dead and more seriously injured. There were a lot of them who kept me alive, without me having been their child,

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How I’m Still Alive

My life sort of defies sense and so I get a lot of questions about my existence. Usually people are surprised because I don’t have a lot of melanin and they don’t realize that poverty is transracial. The Stanford degrees don’t help. There aren’t a whole lot of childhood sex trafficking victims who went to

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Love like our Lives Depend on it

I hate competing, even in when I’m good at things, for a reason. I’d sooner let someone take the stage than take the stage myself. If you hand me the microphone, I’m handing it off as quickly as possible. My goal as a teacher was for my kids to not need me. I’ve mastered the

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Do You, Boo: A Pro-Woman Rallying Cry

I have a confession to make. I love hanging out with dudes way more than women. I’d rather drink beer than wine or mimosas and I’ll never be caught dead in Chanel. I hate shopping. All of these things are things my favorite girlfriends love to do. As the resident shithead in the bunch, I’m

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