Merry Terfmas

Standing with the Mother, no matter the cost.

This has been a year...

Striking down demons, speaking love and truth to insanity, and burning actual bodies of loved ones.

The thing that has emerged with the utmost clarity is my own willingness to stand between innocence and malevolent forces, no matter what form they are taking even unto my own family.

I will not pretend.

I will not collude.

I will not back down.

This is about facing harm in every form that it inhabitants. It's about not watering down language, not playing along to appease people's sensibilities, and not giving a fuck if I'm not being nice.

The things I have faced internally and in the spiritual realm have further solidified my own bond with the Mother. She is not happy about Her children being murdered, exploited, and mutilated.

She us not happy about the rebranding of misogyny as feminism. She is not happy about toxic male entitlement infringing its will upon children and female bodies.

I will not pretend that the same consciousness that destroys children's innocence through heinous acts which they cannot understand is any different than the consciousness that convinces them they're born into the wrong body and the only way to make it right with life is to poison themselves and take a butcher's knife to their precious flesh.

I will not appease men who feel the need to violate women's spaces.

We--women--have endured enough violations.

I will not collude with a dangerous fantasy that corrupts reality while branding itself as inclusion.

I hold the line for exclusion.

I hold the line for discrimination.

I hold the line discernment.

I hold the line for instinct recognition, for safe spaces for women and children, for natural life, for human beings sans transhumanism.

I hold the line for no.

And with everything I have faced this year--the pain, the loss, the grief, the rage, the complete clarity around with whom and where my own allegiance resides--I find I have actually softened.

There is no point in being a protector if we lose touch to the vulnerability within... the tenderness, the innocence, the beauty, and heartbreak.

That being said: I'm also willing to be the "bad guy" for anyone who wants puke their anti-life propaganda my way because at this point...

Fuck it.

I know my mind, my heart, and what I'm willing to sacrifice to stand with Life.

And I will remind other women (and men) protecting women, children, keeping our instincts intact, and holding appropriate boundaries is all behavior that is born from the deepest of care and respect for life.