Prompt for 2017-09-22

Friday, 22 September 2017 23:55
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Today’s prompt is “long time no see”.

Pop culture, feminism, etc.

Thursday, 14 September 2017 20:22
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NAME: Eve
AGE: 25
INTERESTS & HOBBIES: Pop music, pop culture, trans-inclusive feminism, LGBTQIA issues, social justice, comedy
LOOKING FOR: People from ONTD, or other people interested in discussing pop culture, politics/feminism or our daily lives! (And of course the intersections of it all!) LGBTQIA-friendly people only!!
ANYTHING ELSE?: I'm trying to start up a pop culture/current events community, 
[community profile] howdareuCurrently looking for members/mods to help grow the community, so message me if you're interested! For those who care, my faves include Britney, Madonna, Kylie, Carly Rae Jepsen and Tove Lo. Fave shows include 30 Rock, Sex and the City, Will & Grace (SO excited for the revival!), Drop Dead Diva, and Parks and Rec.

Looking for some new friends

Wednesday, 13 September 2017 16:24
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NAME: Frankie aka Strumbella
AGE: Early 50s
INTERESTS & HOBBIES: Music, guitar, drumming,reading, internet, making lists
LOOKING FOR: I'm looking for some new friends who post and or comment on a fairly regular basis. I do comment in return should I have something to say. Age isn't a factor for me when making friends, we can all learn from one another.
NOT INTERESTED IN: Politics, Racism.
ANYTHING ELSE?: Lived in large cities most of my life and then about 4 years ago moved in a very small town. Still not quite found my niche here, however I'm loving the NO drama and the laid back atmosphere.

Hi everyone, here's my into

Wednesday, 13 September 2017 16:08
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name: Frankie aka Strumbella
age: Early 50s
location: Port Hope, Ontario, Canada
school/job: Retired
likes: Music of most genres, internet, reading, making lists.
dislikes: Talking politics, or anything to do with racism.

I just created this account here on DW, I find this site more friendly than LJ. The communities here seem to be more active.

I'm looking for some new friends who post and or comment on a fairly regular basis. I do comment in return should I have something to say. I look forward to getting to know you.

The Love You Give Is Enough

Wednesday, 13 September 2017 01:35
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Yesterday I ran a lot into something that’s physically painful for me to see: clappy hand emojis between words. It’s an internet trend to make what are considered important points this way, instead of the old-fashioned placing of a period between each word. (What. was. wrong. with. that?)

You’re probably wondering why/how it makes me sick. The best explanation I can come up with is that my visual processor is over-developed and hyper-competent after a lifetime of having to make up for my auditory disabilities — my hearing is fine, my brain has problems processing and parsing sounds — and so when I read things, I experience them more vividly than people without that disability do.

My lack of ability to properly parse things I hear means my visual processor makes up for it by making me hear things mentally really well when I read them. This is why shitty punctuation in a book drives me insane. I can’t just skim over it when reading; it’s integrally a part of what I’m experiencing. It tells me how to “hear” things in my mind, and if it’s wrong, it will fuck up my entire experience.

(This is also why I loathe the practice of 2 spaces after a period. It makes my brain grind to a halt when I’m reading something, because one space is a normal pause between sentences for me. Two spaces is the emergency brake.)

My experience seeing the clappy hand emojis between words is to feel as if I’m being slapped or punched in the face after every word. Reading a sentence written that way gives me a headache and makes me nauseated.

And to be honest, even if it didn’t cause me physical pain, I would find it the most annoying fucking thing on the planet. So either way, I’d be stoked if people could fucking stop doing it.

Anyway. Yesterday I saw like, 3 or 4 tweets using this method so I spent most of the day feeling headachey and sick to my stomach. One of them, however, is what inspired this post.

This was from an account I used to enjoy following, and from someone I thought was pretty cool. Not only did they use the clappy hands emoji thing that makes me sick, but they used it to repeat a really damaging belief: “you can’t love somebody until you love yourself.” (I’m pretty sure that’s what the tweet said exactly; I just went and double-checked as fast as I could before getting too sick. Am super nauseated right now anyway.)

This is a bullshit idea and I am so sick of hearing it repeated.

I have strong feelings about this.
Working on self-love is, of course, important, and something I encourage EVERYONE to do. But the phrasing of this idea, the way it’s always put forth, makes it a zero-sum game: you cannot love someone until you love yourself. Unsaid in that sentence: your whole self. You cannot love someone until you love yourself 100%.

This idea leads to a horrible self-repeating spiral of self-hate. That sentence also says that if you DO love someone when you don’t love yourself, it’s not enough. It’s not GOOD enough. Your love for your spouse or sister or daughter or son or best friend — it’s not enough, because you don’t love yourself first.

And because your love isn’t enough — because you don’t love yourself — you are obviously not worthy of that person. And if you’re not worthy of that person, then you are, of course, not worthy of THEIR love and thus unlovable.

How the fuck are you supposed to work on self-love if you keep getting told that the love you give isn’t good enough?

I’m a broken person. I’m damaged goods. I always will be; doesn’t mean I want to be treated like I am. You can glue something back together, but those cracks will always be visible.

Most days I absolutely hate myself. But you know who I love? Mr. Katje, my husband. I love him so much I can sometimes forget what an awful person I am. I love him so much I can forget that I hate myself.

And Mr. Katje loves me, and because he loves me, he helps me work on these things. He reminds me to eat, because I can’t love myself enough to do that. He reminds me to take my pills, because sometimes I cannot take that care of myself. His reminders build up, and become my reminders: I eat because Mr. Katje loves me, so I am worth loving, so I need to love myself. I take my pills because Mr. Katje loves me, so I am not an unlovable monster, so I need to take care of myself.

Through his love of me, I am slowly, very slowly discovering self-love. It is self-love based in the love of another person.

I suppose people who believe that self-love must be entirely self-generated, a virgin birth in your heart, would see that as unhealthy.

I believe humans are pack animals and we cannot exist alone. I believe relying on oneself to the exclusion of all else is unhealthy. I believe we need each other in the same way we need food, water, shelter.

So I do not see my building up my self-love based on the love others give me as unhealthy. I see it as human.

I know Mr. Katje struggles with self-love, too. I know he has doubts; I know he has that voice inside that tells him he’s not good enough, not smart enough, not strong enough for me. I know he feels he’s not a good enough husband for me, because he can’t support me like he wants to, because he’s been damaged by a lifetime of society shoving it down his throat that if he’s not earning big bucks, he’s not good enough.

(Kyriarchy damages men too.)

He is enough. He will always be enough, regardless our money situation, regardless what lies society screams at him. And if the love he gives is enough for me, then the love I give has to be enough for him.

It’s not fair to ask damaged people to put everything on hold while they try to figure out how to love themselves, and then to tell them that if they can’t figure that out, they don’t deserve to love anyone else.

It’s not fair to ask that of anyone.

Spend time cultivating self-love, as much as you can. But if you cannot get that to 100% — that’s okay. If all you can manage is 5% on a good day — that’s okay. The love you give is still worthy. The love you give is enough. The love you give is not subtracted from by the hate you feel for yourself. This is not algebra.

We may be brokenhearted, but we are enough, and whatever love we can pump out of those damaged organs is enough. It has to be, or humanity doesn’t stand a chance.

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