Exclusionary Tactics and Equality

Why did we outlaw the guillotine again?  

It's not too often for me that a bad mood gets in the way of mental equilibrium, but it does happen. The last couple days have been more of a bother and a joy, and though my drop in happy juice was expected, it still has caught me off guard this time. So instead of explaining another bit of my practice and beliefs, I have decided that this week's Pagan Blog Project deserves a rant instead. Happy you...lol

This rant includes my faith and religion, but many other factors and events going on lately that have made a negative impression on me. As some of you know I am studying towards my degree at this time, in humanities and social science. Which means that for about nine months now I have been turning out no less than 6 to 8 essays, critiques, research papers, etc. every two week for nine months. I am working harder than I ever worked before, absorbing information at a pace I never expected, and I will be the first to admit the sheer amount of data shuffling through my mind on a given day is overwhelming. But anyway, pity party over.

It seems like so much has happened in the last few weeks outside of that which has served to do nothing but indicate my pessimism about the human race in general is well served. The Rush Limbaugh debacle, regardless of my personal disdain for the man, was still fairly shocking to me. Shocking in the sense that this type of ignorance and bigotry towards the female half of the population still exists in the postmodern age. The rage those few ignorant words created within my heart has devastated me. My whole life it seems, I have dedicated to my own personal quest to prove to the world that females are truly equal to men. Not on a pedestal, or on a soapbox. Just as one single women who lives a quiet life and hopefully sets an example for atleast one woman I come into contact with.

I have done nothing that I haven't done well, which is something I an say with the firmest honesty. Even my mistakes I saw through to the bitter end, and paid the price for them willingly. When my mind was afflicted with anxiety at the age of 21, I pushed myself forward through everyday, even when those days turned into months and years of wondering why I kept going, I told myself I would never stop until my heart gave out. And as they always do, eventually things got better.

Lately I feel as if the high I have been on since finding Freyja, my faith, my wonderful lover, and living as a mommy is being tested. Not by myself but by the world outside. The words of that fat fucker, the LGBT bullshit from PantheaCon, the backlash against the KONY 2012 campaign, the endless rounds of anti abortion legislation which keeps passing here in the Oklahoma Senate, the blatant hatred for immigrants (like Mr. Od will soon be), all this fuckery is seriously lowering my faith in humanity, or atleast Americans.

Regardless of the organization, the message is meaningful enough.

Then I read more senseless Asatru hatred about Wiccans and other Pagans someone shared on twitter. I decide that hardcore genetic heritage heathens can once and for all be relegated to the growing groups of the blatantly ignorant. I read a comment of a fb thread about spanx where a male personal trainer decides to share his opinion that spanx are made for fat lazy women who are ugly and unattractive, and that anyone outside of the Scarlet Johansson range should consider themselves fat. What is she, a size eight...on a bloated period day? Is this how men really think? my own brain generalizes. I know they don't, I know by experience that Mr. OD finds me infinitely arousing, yet. Well you know how it goes. One senseless remark from a gym touting freak and we start to question ourselves.

All I know is that since I have been self aware, I have felt that each human is equally worthwhile, equally possessed of ability, on an infinitely diverse and beautiful scale. I thank the Gods that I was blessed with a father figure who encouraged me towards self assuredness and heart truth, a man who disregarded the ignorant and encouraged me to do so. Yet being faced with the reality of human ignorance in the face of this, has been a very rough and at times heartbreaking ride.

I will never understand the human need to label the world and everything in it into neat little generalizations. I will never understand the human need to take a belief or faith, and say this is mine, you are not worthy of it, because you are not like me. I will never understand the human need to hoard their possessions beauty and abundance into uselessness, rather than share it for another to enjoy alongside them. Maybe I'll never understand anything. I'm cool with that. I don't want to understand such things anyway.

Equality isn't an ideal, it's a reality. When a human is hungry, we feel hungry. We are cold when it's cold. If you stab any person on this planet, they will all bleed red. I believe that's why blood is sacred. It reveals an undeniable truth.

In Frith,
Cena