Wednesday 23 January 2013

Crimes against Bullshit

So, my 'father' has us all on edge with his demands for a 'talk' this weekend.  But first he is insisting on taking Mum out for a discussion - also known as 'let me tell you why you are a bad mother and cannot discipline our wayward teenage daughter'.  Great - except for the fact that as a 27year old, his attempts at disciplining me are even more pathetic and desperate than they were back then.  This morning Mum and I sat talking about what my imaginary crimes are, and what the punishment will be.  My highlighting that in 8 weeks (or less inshallah) I will not live here - and unsaid but known "I will no longer have very much to do with you" - seems to not be enough of a reason to just let the last bit of time I have remaining here be peaceful.  No, my leaving means there is even less chance of him being able to control me, and so he will get worse and worse until the day I leave - when he will cry, tell me he will miss me, and remind me to call often.  Duck fat.
So his dramas – in as much as I have learned to rise above them as much as humanly possible – have me thinking about domestic abuse, child neglect, gender violence, and all sorts of lovely patriarchal and male shit this morning.The US government considers child neglect to be the same as child abuse.  This was somewhat controversial.  Yet why is there so much fear around using the word ‘abuse’?  Does it reinforce the notion of ‘victims’, or force us to consider our own views on whether a woman or a child deserve it?  If a woman confides in having experienced something horrific, she SHOULD expect support and respect, not judgement and marginalisation.  It is well known that the relationship a child (boy or girl) has with their father impacts upon their development, their future relationships, and their sense of identity and self.  Examples of paternal child abuse(see below for sources):

As a child, Mum taught me to beat the bullies by not responding to their shit.  And to prove myself better than the naysayers.  Not exactly easy when my biggest critic, and enemy, is one of the 2 people who are supposed to love me unconditionally, and ironic considering his career.  But I have channelled my emotion, my frustration, my anger into something far better – achieving more, and being more, than he could ever hope to be.  And therein lies the crux of the issue – his own inadequacy and self-loathing.  He didn’t, and still doesn’t, do all of the above. 
I have known a lot of people who have either grown up in abusive situations, or been in abusive relationships themselves.  Tragically, one often then follows another.  This is not through years of working in women’s rights – this is personal.  For me, men fall into 2 categories – like my father, or not.  Those who I sense to have any similar characteristics are written off.  Those who aren’t, well…. I’m pretty hesitant around them too.  Sadly I found myself in a relationship with someone who turned out to be just like him.  I managed to escape and now have my self-esteem and self-respect back.  It’s not about physical violence – often, the intimation of violence and being intimidated and scared is enough.  The worst damage that can be inflicted is mental, psychological, in which he destroys her spark and her essence, and makes her believe she is worthless and unlovable.  And if that is the kind of ‘man’ he is, he will never change.  

Yet even writing this, I am nervous about publishing it.  Sure, I don’t use my own name or my own email on my blog, but still…. Who might see it?  But then WHY should I stay silent?  I have been silent long enough.  Even as a child, I learned that I can’t tell anyone what is going on at home.  Yet living in a terraced house – I’m sure the neighbours heard the screaming rows.  And my dear ex-boyfriend (who, now I recognise what he was doing to me, I no longer name but refer to as Dickhead) did his damnedest to destroy my friendships and relationships, making me as lonely and dependent on him as he was on me.  But I have learned to forgive myself for ‘allowing’ that to happen.   ‘Father’ tells me I cannot tell anyone about the night of horrific violence I endured at the hands of 2 strangers – but it is my right.  I am proud that I survived.  I pulled myself back together, became a better and stronger person, and rose from the ashes.  I AM a phoenix.  1 in 3 women experience domestic or sexual abuse.  So I know I am not alone.  I am sure I will be harshly judged for ‘coming out’.  But before judging me, take a look at yourself – and ask yourself WHY you are reacting like that. 
The only way things will improve is if people talk about it.  The silence needs to be broken - then the isolation ends.  To know that there are others out there who have experienced what you have, have felt alone too, is the only way to fight back against this raging injustice.  There are no trials for crimes against emotional abuse of your kids.  Sure, there are laws, but when do they really ever get invoked? There are trials for crimes against humanity - but did the international community ever put Saddam Hussein on the stand?  And there are laws against indecency – which can be argued to be defined as that which offends our moral code.  But sadly, as only 1000 out of 100,000 reported rape cases last year ended in a conviction, there is little chance of women’s rights improving any time soon.  We should get angry about the situation in India, and in Pakistan, Afghanistan, and Somalia – the 4 most dangerous places to be a woman.  But we should also be angry about what is happening in Britain – often in our own back gardens.  Divide and conquer is the standard approach to defeating ones enemies – but when we let petty bitching and female infighting divide us, we are essentially letting men get away with it.  But if we are taught from a young age that that is how it really is, that is all we deserve – then how the fuck can we hope to change things? 

http://www.womensaid.org.uk/
http://www.nationaldomesticviolencehelpline.org.uk/
http://outofthefog.net/Relationships/PaternalChildAbuse.html
http://refuge.org.uk/

Monday 21 January 2013

Sometimes, only Snow Patrol will do

Love is thinking about the other person.  Putting them first.  Ergo, when they are exhausted and have had an emotionally draining time, keeping your feelings to yourself and not messaging them to say hey, guess you've just about landed, hope you are safe.  Remember less than 2 months ago, when it was me getting off that plane, and you were in the arrival hall with your arms open and the best welcome I have ever had, for the world's most overdue reunion? Remember us making out all the way into the city at the back of the bus like teenagers? Remember how sure we both were that this was it, our happy ending, together?  Wanting to tell you that hey, the house feels that little bit colder and little bit darker now you're gone.  That it wasn't supposed to be this way - it was supposed to be US.  That I have no idea how to get over the most incredible person I have ever known - and I don't want to have to.  The idea of touching, being touched by, another makes me cold.  That as much as I am trying to, I cannot turn off my feelings toward you - and I'm kicking myself for not giving it more time.  That in a way, it's good that you are so far away geographically so I can't run into you.  That I keep it all hidden behind my well-schooled face, but when a certain song comes on in my bedroom I convulse into tears - because I am missing you so badly.  That I can't sleep without you next to me any more.  I miss your snores, I miss your morning breath, I miss waking to your arms around me.  I miss your feet warming mine.  I miss laughing, smiling, kissing in the shower together.  Our intimacy, our bond, my soulmate. 

And I can't tell you that I am so angry with myself for letting myself fall, when the person who would know exactly what to do and say, is the person I can't be with.  I don't want to sound like a stalker or a crazy person - but I loved you in one way for a long time, and now I love you in another way - more deeply and surely than I have loved since I was 17.  And I know you love(d) me too.  We were victims of circumstance, and I was too selfish.  'Our' song hurts like a knife to my chest now.  Since you told me - more than once - that you saw yourself proposing to me, I know I want nothing more.  I want you, all of you, us, all that we can and should be.  That in my mind's eye, I see you getting on the bus into the city, pulling that face, exhaling and leaning back into your seat.  Jumping on the tram and walking along your street.  Carrying your chair.  Getting into your flat and seeing your housemate.  And I am pretty sure I know what you are feeling. But I am so scared that when you walk into your room, get into your bed, you will in fact be glad I am not there.  It is selfish of me to hope that the candle reminds you of me, or my stuff in your wardrobe.  I don't want you to hurt, I only want you to smile.  I just hope you miss me too. 

But I know you need me to only be your friend, you need me not making any demands on you, so I wont tell you any of this.  I will get over it - I won't lose my friend too.  If you were here beside me, instead of in that foreign city, I would - I would sit, listen to your woes, change the subject when it gets too much for you, tell you what stupid things I have done today, pull silly faces, and bake for you.  I would be only what you need.  Writing this almost feels like desperate begging - but then, I am not saying any of this to you.  I am writing it here to get it out of my system and hopefully get over it a little bit.  And if confessing to being heartbroken is good enough for Snow Patrol......

Saturday 19 January 2013

Humans need superpowers

I wish I were Jesus.  Or at least I wish I had a certain skill of his.  I wouldn't turn water to wine, I'd turn my wine into a magic wand to shut off my feelings, stop thinking about the one person I shouldn't be thinking about, and I'd get over it with a snap of my fingers.  Going from speaking on average for 3 hours a day to not at all really really sucks.  But then, we agreed we both need space.  So I'm respecting that.  I just .... oh fuck knows what I wish.  It's not like it will ever make what I want come true anyway.  Being tenacious is an admirable quality in education and employment areas, not in love.  Argh why can I not just switch it all off and go back to being cold inside?! Love is supposed to bring happiness, not an insane craving for someone who you can't have.  And since when was the answer not at the bottom of a glass of wine?  Always used to work.  Damn being an adult and damn being sensible.  None of my former methods are applicable here, so how the fuck am I supposed to get over this?  Why did I let myself fall in love?

Thursday 17 January 2013

I miss you .....

No matter what, today was always going to suck.  Whether the Armadillo and I were together, or just friends, spending an intense period of time with someone then BAM being apart was always going to hurt.  I know we will see each other again.  I know he is a wonderful and incredible person who grounds me and calms me when I am chatting bullshit.  But I can't help but feel that my self-absorbedness in the last week has been unfair on him.  I spent the last 18 months suppressing my emotions, forcing myself not to feel, and he put an end to that.  Whenever I was down, he put his magnificent arms around me and made me open up, share, feel better by making me laugh.  Part of me would not blame him if he did not want to see me again.  Yet my writing that, is in and of itself, bullshit - because I DO know he wants to.  We all have little gremlins in our head, the nasty voice that tells us all the things we don't like about ourselves, makes us doubt our strength and capability.  Mine may be no more weaker nor stronger than anyone else's - but I never want my evil gremlin to affect anyone else. I really am trying to kill my gremlin off for good - because it serves no purpose and debilitates me.  It has been 18 months - so I say now, enough.  Or, in the words of Gollum, "leave us - and never come back". 

The house feels empty without the Armadillo, and his fabulously warm and huge presence.  My gentle giant, whose voice fills the room and whose grin shines brighter than the stars.  Now, I feel like a part of me is missing.  The better part.  I understand that now is not the right time for us, and that our friendship is precious.  He is sacred to me, and all I want is to see him smile.  Love means putting someone else first, and while I have not been doing that post-surgery, I want to do that for him.  I'm so cross with myself for ever doubting his feelings, because to do so implies I think he is a liar.  Which I know in my bones he is not.  Now he has gone away again, I know just how much he cares for me, and how hard I have been on him.  I know I have not run him off, but still.... I miss him.  Profoundly.  But he has such wonderfully broad shoulders, is so selfless and suportive, sometimes I would forget just how much he has going on and that he has feelings too.  Yet I don't want him to ever feel walked over by me.  I just want him to know...... He is in my cells, in my blood, and I could really be happy spending time making him happy.  Giving him all he wants and deserves.  
I believe everything is meant to happen for a reason.  He was meant to be so intensely involved in my life at this point, to show me the way and to make me realise that the tenacious pixie is still in there, still craves more, is hungry for success and has the power to achieve amazing things.  He has taken my hand and pulled me the last little bit of the way out of the black tunnel.  I stand scraping the grit off my knees and feel the sun beating down on my face, warming me and igniting all my senses.  He humbles and awes me, makes me want to be a better person, a person worthy of his love.  I don't mean that in any kind of negative or controlling way, only that I want to make him smile.  He has the most incredible smile I have ever seen.  We just..... we fit together.  So that is why, in full rationality and adult intelligence, hope that one day we can be together.  But whether that happens or not, I will be there for him.  And once I live in London and am a little bit more active in terms of my life, not spending 5 hours a day commuting, I will be able to leave the past behind me and be a free butterfly.  I just hope that once that happens, I am not too late to show him how amazing a girlfriend I can be, and want to be, for him. 

Sunday 13 January 2013

Как вы знаете, что делать, когда у вас совершенно не знаю, что делать?

Любовь, человеческого взаимодействия, отношения и связи - также известно как то, что мы родились, чтобы сделать, самые основные принципы общества, и единственный способ, которым мы можем существовать. Мы должны говорить с другим человеком в какой-то момент в нашей жизни - есть, чтобы купить одежду, для удобства, чтобы выжить.
Так что .... Почему это так трудно общаться? Особенно с человека или людей, которых вы ближе всего, те, которые вы любите больше всего - почему это легче быть прямые и прямые с незнакомыми людьми, но так не может сказать, что вы действительно желаете, чтобы тот, кто имеет ваше сердце? Я думаю, на самом деле я уверен, что когда ты любишь кого-то и приоритетность их потребностей, их чувства, выше собственных, - когда вы действительно любите кого-то достаточно, чтобы быть в состоянии сказать: "Я освобождаю вас, я освобождаю тебя от того, со мной , найдите себя и расти ", чтобы сказать им, что все, что вы хотите в данный момент является для них обернуться, поцеловать тебя, люблю тебя, и клянусь, бесконечный огонь для вас ... , что полностью противоречит всем необходимым и действительно эгоистично. Таким образом, вы вид, что ничего неправильно, вы подавляете свои чувства, и вы говорите себе, что это то, что им нужно, и, что более важно, чем ваше желание для них, чтобы поцеловать тебя. А вы носите днища бег трусцой, не составляют и пердеть перед ними. Потому что, когда части привлечения их к вам, что вы находитесь элегантный и гламурный, существо, Мэрилин Монро, что лучший способ отправить его обратно в дружбу, чем быть вашим самым отвратительным себя перед ним? И когда он держит тебя утром, переворачивается и ложки, и вы чувствуете его крепко против вас, посылает дрожь вашего синуса, вдыхая уху ...... Вы закрыли свои эмоции, скажите себе, что ваша судьба быть воином прав человека и что вы не хотите быть зависимым от другого человека на вашу самооценку. Выключите часть вас, которая жаждет любви, напомните себе, что безбрачие является самым простым для предотвращения беременности и отвлечение от ваших целей, и скажите себе, что вы его не любите.
Потому что, если вы не выключается утром дыхание, потные ерунда и острый подмышки - также известный как мужской утра - тогда вы знаете, как Дили в любви вы. И это никогда не сработает. 

Saturday 12 January 2013

Consider the lillies...

.....hath Brian Cohen of Life of Brian declared.  And why not?  Why not consider the lillies?  They are beautiful and delicate, with a gentle scent that neutralises the hum of apricot over-indulgence and an aura of discreet femininity. 

Having had a rather intimidating assortment of medical insturments / torture devices (still not convinced either way) in my ladygarden 2 days ago in the name of 'healthcare' and subsequently curling up on the sofa/lying in bed feeling sorry for myself, and laughing at my friend's various approaches to cheering me up, I have many thoughts flying around in my brain.  I was called a pseudo-philosophical hippy recently.  Somewhat ironic given that my favourite shoes are my 5 inch platform heels.  Today I made awesome cake.  Lots of them.  I made a real concerted effort to show my colleagues that I am not the Barbie some of them percieve me to be.  I get told I am being too deep and thinking too much.  Because of course, I don't need any type of intellectual stimulation or political discussion.  So in my recuperation time I am reading a variety of different topics.  Except I don't know right now what I will be doing with said learning until I pick which Masters I want to do.  I am currently debating 3 different ones, all at Swedish institutions.  But I want to go to the cities, meet the tutors, before I make up my mind. 

When writing I say what's in my head.  I write as clearly as I can, but I understand that as people have different perspectives and process information in various ways, one person's clarity may be another's convoluted waffle.  Oh well.  If more people thought of others, considered how their words and deeds are interpreted, the world would be a kinder place. 


Furry teeth

I had no idea what to call this post.  So I have gone for the first thing to pop into my head.  I'm not dating right now.  I'm not really..... well, anything.  I'm not a huge fan of categories on forms, tick boxes or labelling things, so I suppose I shall say I am just..... me.  Phoenix.  I am into someone, and I have found my soulmate, but as it is not the right time I shall simply continue on my career focused path.  As regular readers may have gathered, I do not consider romantic relationships to be the be all and end all of life.  I have rediscovered an amazing friend and learnt how to be humbled, inspired and awed by someone so modest and unassuming, who sadly has no idea of how much he is worth.  I said from the get-go that no matter what transpired between us, I would be grateful to have him in my life.  And if it means letting go of romance with him, whether just for now or forever, if it means our friendship remains intact that is infinitely better than anything else.  
In as much as I compartmentalise so much stuff (which I have come to realise may not always be a beneficial thing to do), I can't deny that I do feel sad we couldn't make it work right now.  Truth be told, we both wanted it and thought we could be each other's happy ending.  Perhaps we may still.  3 months ago, I could not have envisaged any of this.  Deciding to move to Sweden and do my Masters degree, falling for the most incredible man, getting really awesome feedback from colleagues and seniors at work.... I'm excited about this year and all the possibility it holds.  
So with this in mind, I will continue to write and document my ramblings and thoughts.  I am not looking for anyone else - in fact not only am I not looking, but were anything to raise its head I would not take the risk as I just don't want it - so the 'dating' writing may be a tad more hypothetical and surmising than narrative, but what the hell.  Maybe I can get good enough that I can ace a Sociology A-Level.   Anywho, it's now 12 days into the New Year and despite having broken my office-based Resolutions  on the first day back at work (AKA 2nd January.....ooops) I am still ploughing ahead with my 101 for 2013.  So see below for updates......


1. Dance – at least weekly.

2.  Write and publish 1 article a week for 6 months

3.  Publish 2 blog posts a week for 6 months

4. Move into my own apartment.

5. Decorate my apartment in a style that is totally me, wholly reflective of my taste, and free of negative outside influence.

6.  Buy the perfect pair of cowboy boots.

7.  Get my first tattoo.

8.  Lose 7 kilos (from my current weight)

9.  Go skinny dipping

10.  Go to the ballet - DONE 5th Jan

11. Trace my lineage back further and in more detail.

12.  Have a perfect London day – coffee, drink at a speakeasy, gordon’s underground wine bar, vintage shopping (furniture and clothes)

13.  Try pottery

14.   Emigrate from England.

15.  Improve my oral sex skills.

16.  Learn to eat with chopsticks - DONE 12th Jan

17.  Spend a day with my brother doing what he wants, paid for by me.

18.  Nail Russian grammar

19.  Make out with an incredible person - DONE 4th Jan

20.  Visit a museum or gallery a fortnight for 6 months.

21.  Try BubbleTea - http://www.weekendnotes.com/bubble-tea-in-london/

22.  Climb Mount Etna.

23.  Visit Omi once a month.

24.  Go horseriding in a park

25.  Learn Swedish - STARTED 7th Jan....

26.  Have voluntary acupuncture.

27.  Finish my novel.

28.  Qualify as a masseuse.

29.  Take an Italian cooking class.

30.  Watch all 3 Lord of the Rings films - DONE 16th Jan

31.  Try 10 new positions from the Karma Sutra

32.  Perfect cardamom and vanilla custard muffins.

33.  Visit a country I have never been to before.

34.  Throw out twenty things and do not replace them - DONE 12th Jan

35.  Get involved with Pushkin House

36.  Visit my family in Germany.

37.  Drink 2 litres of water a day for 3 months.

38.  Take a burlesque class.

39.  Be able to better define my aesthetic, in both fashion and interior design

40.  Complete Equality and Diversity course.

41.  Visit a city I've never been before.

42.  Go to Yoga in the park once a fortnight for 6 months

43.  Buy my first (bra-less!) dress from Vivienne of Holloway

44.  Re: #43, go bra-less in public

45.  Discover 10 great restaurants.

46.  Teach mum to use Skype.

47.  Buy the perfect biker boots.

48.  Be naked in a Swedish sauna

49.  Read 20 new books

50.  Attend a show at London Fashion Week

51.  Make perfect Kladkaka

52.  See 24 so-called classic films

53.  Learn Arabic calligraphy

54.  Have a G-Spot orgasm

55.  Find a beauty and skincare regimen that works for me.

56.  Re: #56, stick to it every day for 3 months

57.  Make a blanket

58.  Learn to throw a punch

59.  Tone up my thighs

60.  Go camping.

61.  Try an out-of-comfort-zone exercise class

62.  Трй анал секс 

63.  Go to a Proms performance

64.  Find and buy the perfect red Mary Janes

65.  Cheerleader at Brighton Marathon for Mac.

66.  Go scuba diving.

67.  Buy a bicycle

68.  Re: #67, ride bicycle once a week (at least)

69.  Get a flat(ter) stomach

70.  Take a fashion drawing class

71.  Find the perfect heels for Iain’s wedding.

72.  Knit something funky 

73.  Do something nice for the emergency services.

74.  Volunteer for a refugee charity.

75.  Watch a show at the Globe.

76.  Shop at Oxfam bookshop (near British Museum) once a month - STARTED 9th Jan

77.  Go ice skating

78.  Apply to write for another magazine

79.  Make a beautiful dress from scratch.

80.  Visit Highgate Cemetery

81.  Go to Waterstones Piccadilly once a month.

82.  Walk up Parliament Hill

83.  Take a surfing lesson.

84.  Find London’s best library

85.  Re: #84, visit the best library once a month

86.  Establish an editorial calendar for writing and blogging - DONE 12th Jan

87.  Go to the Royal Observatory in Greenwich.

88.  Find the perfect dress for my brother’s wedding

89.  Promote my cake blog

90.  Visit all 14 TimeOut London’s quirky museums and libraries

91.  Join a singing group.

92.  Re: #91, perform with singing group in public.

93.  Do 1 random London activity a month.

94.  Eat 5 portions of fruit and veg a day for 3 months.

95.  Take an A-Level

96.  Join a sports team and attend weekly for 3 months.

97.  Make love under the stars.

98.  Spend a day taking photos.

99.  Attend foreign culture festivals in London

100.  Make / restore a piece of furniture

101. Put £5 into savings for every goal accomplished.