Hello, Bitchfaces. Y’all. And we have some new people, so say my alerts.
Welcome. If you’re here to see me lose my fucking mind about something, you’re always just in time. If you’re here for anything else, good luck. Take a number. It looks like we’re now helping… well that can’t be right, goddammit who put this fucking number system in here anyway?
It appears I’m still on number 1 but I swear I took a request back in like 2017, maybe 2018…? Where the fuck are my old timers at? Y’all remember when I was not so bitchy and more prone to servitude with a smile, right? I mean, surely that must have occurred, otherwise, how would anyone be stupid enough to bring this shit my way?
How, indeed.
So, tonight I had the pleasure of leading a conversation with a group of ladies I respect and admire on many fronts. I would say that’s why I’m so late getting to work, but the truth is, I had to scratch Puffin’s belly for like two hours, then my hair was just unbelievably fantastic so I snapped some pics.
I live to work y’all.
Back to the lecture at hand though. As everyone is well aware, I don’t consider myself a feminist in the current tense, I consider myself a grown ass woman who goes about her daily life doing the things that need to be done to pay my bills, feed my animals, and keep people the fuck out of my face.
That’s my whole agenda, I don’t care what else occurs, you can guarantee I have done those three things, fuck the rest of the scenario. In my spare time, I like to shake shit up a bit, because I feel that many people don’t enjoy freedom as it was intended.
Read my women in Iran series if you don’t understand the gift we’ve been given to be women in America, free to run off at the fucking mouth the way I’m so fond of doing. You may now thank a U.S. soldier for that gift, because they’re the fucking bees knees.
However, there was a question posed in one of the young women’s leadership groups I sometimes speak at, and it has really caused me to think. The question was, “Would you rather go back to the way it was before women had rights or die fighting?”
Typically, I try to keep my tone in check when I’m speaking with younger ladies, because I have this intensity when I get fired up, and I know it’s a little scary. Even when I don’t mean for it to be. In this case, though, I didn’t catch myself in time.
I said, “I will lay in a trench with dead bodies covering me to ambush the first man who thinks he’s coming for my fucking rights to be a free woman”.
Do I mean that? Oh, you bet your ass I do. You can bet everyone’s ass in this room that I mean that. And not just because I might be a little off in the psychiatric department, or that I have a tendency to choose violence because when the talking is done, that’s the only choice you have left.
I know this much; back in the 1980’s, long before most of those young ladies I was speaking with were even thought of, I watched the shit they put my momma through. I had a father in prison, my momma had a manipulative fucker for a first husband who took custody of my sister once my dad was gone, because he could. In those days, you couldn’t be a single mother taken seriously, not in the eyes of the court.
I saw firsthand what happens when you fight, every single fucking day, without rest, and without anyone to have your back. Do you know that at the end of the day, the results would have been the same as if she had just laid down and taken it? Because women weren’t taken seriously then. We didn’t have programs in place to help us. We didn’t have guardian ad litems, we didn’t have LegalAid, we didn’t have anyone to stand with us, or stand for us.
We had nothing.
So when you think “Oh, it’s okay, I mean it’s just abortion”, or “We’re not lesbians, what do we care?”, I urge you to think for just a moment about the women who came before you and busted their asses all their lives to make it as easy as the passing is today for women.
You may go to any school you’re smart enough to get into. You may travel anywhere you would like to go. You can get married at 19 or at 91. You can do anything. You can even be a Vice President giving a fucking commencement speech at West Point.
You’re welcome.
Yeah, it’s still not where we need to be, but it’s a million times better than it was. I remember. I lived in the old days, because I’m as old as the fucking sun. I’m hoping to get this column written before I turn to dust.
My sister, the one I’m speaking of my momma losing custody of, she’s the one who overdosed a few years back. Her daughter, my niece, went on to join the Army, go to college, become a cop, get married and have two kids. I’m as proud of her for the former two as I am the latter two.
She asked me when I talked to her not too long ago if I thought her mom would be proud. I told her, “of course, we all are”. Every single woman in my family is proud that she literally did everything. Because she could. Because I remember the sacrifices my momma made, and how bad it was back then.
But look at how far we’ve come.
So, if they come for my freedom, any of it, a single piece of it, they had better come fully prepared for everything I intend to give. It isn’t enough to say you believe in freedom and equality. You have to do something about it.
My gift is this shitshow you guys are privy to, where I string these words together, and sometimes say something almost meaningful. I’m not all that great at anything else, unless we are talking hustling pharmaceuticals at an alarming and federally offensive rate, but I know how to employ my resources if needed.
Today, we are chasing reproductive rights. Again. Tomorrow, what if they come for our bank accounts? The next day they come for our driver’s license? What is it realistically going to take to get you to understand that if we can’t make our own decisions, we aren’t free? Help me to grasp the tolerance I’m seeing around me, because this shit is making me feel quite intolerant.
I’m intolerant of people seeking to make me a brood mare. I’m intolerant of people trying to decide how I live in my home is their business. I’m really intolerant of other people putting their fucking noses into everyone else’s business under the guise of religion, or morality, or any of the other excuses they use to sit in judgement.
Susan from the HOA can kiss my ass with her morality throne, and her bullshit about being better than someone. And if you think that jumping on their little bandwagon is going to get you elected some sort of special bitch who gets to retain her freedom, why don’t you ask Uncle Tom how that worked out? Or check your history books and see what happened with the Jewish scientists employed by the Third Reich?
Spoiler alert: they got the same treatment in the end. Because when you’re under the thumb of fascism, you’ll be crushed like every other fucking bug under it. You’re just the bitch who helped herd us into the pen. So fuck you, Susan, and all the other Susans like you.
It’s time to either get ready to scrub your goddamned petticoats at the creek, or stand up and say that enough is really enough. If y’all looking for me, I’m out digging a trench. I’ll be back when I’m done, or it’s full of bodies. One of the two. I haven’t decided yet.
Fucking fuck. Seriously.
-Q
The fact that we’re losing our reproductive rights scares the hell out of me. It’s constantly following me like the deepest shadow imaginable. You know I stand side by side with you forever.I love you. As always, get fucked Susan