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by bfp
I’ve made my peace with the man.
When I heard he died, I wasn’t exactly happy–but I wasn’t exactly sad either. As a survivor of rape, I believe that men of color are falsely accused over and over again–but I also believe survivors. So while I don’t know if Jackson was a rapist, I [...]

I am a Buddhist practitioner.
I am also a survivor of abuse.
Something that I have struggled with since I’ve been a small child is the sense of “submission” that so many religions, spiritualities, practices, etc emphasize within their dogma.
In the best of worlds, that submission is highly theoretical and practical at the same time and emphasizes [...]

back in 2004 i lived and worked in a small village in the West Bank called at-tuwani.  a friend, joy, just returned from working in that village and surrounding villages.
she writes:
A couple of months ago I had the great pleasure of watching Palestinians successfully graze their sheep near Avigail settlement, on land where they are [...]

the boundaries that my body says it needs. my mind has one set of boundaries that are socially ingrained in me: men can do whatever they want to me, white supremacy is entitled to me when it pleases, etc.
but my body has a whole different set of boundaries. boundaries created by me and for me, [...]

I’ve been taking my kids to acupuncture. So far things have worked out very well. We all get into the car after a treatment and there is blessed quiet. Everybody chilling and feeling good in the same way makes for a happy ride back home!
I noticed something though. This last Saturday when we were at [...]

via Elle PhD

But they can’t see the damaging individualism inherent in their feminism. Of course, I don’t mean in choosing not to have children—familial and community obligations are commonly fulfilled by all of us, not just mothers. I mean the sentiment revealed in expressing aversion and revulsion towards women who do have children. As Noemi [...]

there has been a lot of pain these past few weeks.
a lot.
a lot of silencing pain.
that is, a pain that makes it hard to speak.
hard to remember what to say–hard to remember why any of this matters.
the number of times i’ve sat at this computer, looking at my “add new post” page…only to finally click [...]

The following is a guest post from the ever amazing fellow radical love-ist guerilla mama. We invite you to guest post your ideas on (re)thinking walking too, email us your ideas at rethinkingwalking at gmail dot com!

i went for a walk. through the streets of cairo and i thought about work. and money. [...]

mud castle that son and baby bfp built for my birthday.