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Showing posts with label women. Show all posts
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Monday, February 23, 2009

Musing: As a Woman

 I wrote this musing on Jan. 29, 2007.  It was prompted by this question: What privileges in society are you afforded that you take for granted?  What privileges are less available to you because of groups to which you belong?


As a woman, I am afforded the privilege of spending time and money on more makeup and clothing than I'll ever use just so that I can look pretty for a day.

As a woman, I am afforded the privilege of being extremely moody and emotional at any time as long as I blame it on PMS.

As a person with white skin, I am afforded the privilege of walking almost anywhere and not being looked at as a threat or out of place.

As a person with white skin, I am afforded the privilege of automatically being stereotyped as a good worker, never lazy and always on time.

As a Christian, I am afforded the privilege of not being persecuted in America for my religious beliefs.

As a woman of size, I am afforded the privilege of not being objectified by men on a constant basis.


As a woman, I am not afforded the privilege of ignoring fashion, beauty and health without my entire character, confidence and beauty being questioned.

As a woman, I am automatically viewed as weaker, more unstable and less intelligent than a man.

As a woman, I am not afforded the privilege of making as much money as a man no matter if we have the same qualifications and degrees.

As a woman, I am not afforded the privilege of getting angry or emotional without being considered a bitch or a cry baby.

As a woman, I am not afforded the privilege of becoming a priest.

As a woman, I am not afforded the privilege of working my way to the top of a company without people contemplating who I slept with in order to get there.

As a person with white skin, I am not afforded the privilege of embracing my culture, heritage and traditions without explaining which European countries it stems from; never is it okay to just be "white".

As a Catholic, my spirituality is questioned by other religions and Christian denominations because I pray to Saints and Mary, as well as God.

As a woman of size, I am not afforded the privilege of being viewed as sexual and sensual at first glance.

As a woman of size, I am not afforded the privilege to buy my clothes at brand name stores or stores that cost less (unless I want to wear "unfashionable" clothing.)

As a white woman of size, I am not afforded the privilege of being considered beautiful by my culture.

As a bisexual woman, I am not afforded the privilege of my sexual identity being something I was born with rather than a negative effect of being sexually abused as a child.

As a bisexual woman, I am not afforded the privilege of expressing my love for a man within the homosexual society without fear of rejection.

As a bisexual woman, I am not afforded the privilege of expressing my love for a woman within the heterosexual society without fear of rejection.

As a bisexual woman, I am not afforded the privilege of talking openly about my relationships within my workplace without fear of termination.

As a bisexual woman, I am not afforded the privilege of marrying a woman.

As a bisexual woman, I am not afforded the privilege of showing a woman affection in public without people looking on in disgust or lust.

As a bisexual, Catholic woman, I am not afforded the privilege of feeling comfortable and accepted for who I am in my church community.

As a liberal, I am not afforded the privilege of being opinionated without being condemned as a sinner who's out to ruin the minds of good, conservative children everywhere.

As a feminist, I am not afforded the privilege of having any values or morals for human life or respect for men.


But as Angela Isola Maria Potticary, I am afforded the privilege of knowing there is no one else out there that can be me better than I can be myself.  And I wouldn't trade that for all the privilege in the world.


This is over 2 years old.  It's amazing to see how much is the same and how much has changed.  I now work in a place where I can be open about my sexuality without fear of termination.  There is now a law in place that allows women to press charges against their employer if they find out that they are being paid less than men in their same position.  I am no longer a Catholic and I found a church where I am loved and affirmed for all aspects of who I am, sexuality included.  And if I decided I wanted to be a pastor in the Presbyterian church, I could.  I also don't have nearly as much fear about being bisexual because I live in a place where there are more than a few like-minded people.  This world is starting to change for the better :)

Monday, December 15, 2008

Musing: Two Words

written around November of 2006

Shame on you, Mr. President,
For you know exactly what you do.

You lied your way through life,
Through Yale and Texas and the election.
You carefully snaked your icy fingers
Around the heart and soul of a once-great nation.

Shame on you, Mr. President,
For you know exactly what you do.

You disrespect the very creature that gave you life
With your repeal of the rights of women.
The very rights that women slaved for,
Cried for, marched for, and died for.

When, in your over-privileged, over-paid life,
Were you raped by a stranger in the dark?
When, in your educated, sheltered life,
Were you forced to stay silent
As your husband beat you for under-cooking the steak?

Again, I say shame on you, Mr. President,
For you know exactly what you do.

We struggle to exist in this painful,
Sexist, patriarchal world.
We struggle, we fight, and we ache for our voices to be heard;
For our basic human rights, and for our dignity.

I would say shame on you, Mr. President,
But this woman has had enough.
No more shaming or slaps on the wrist.
No. I say FUCK you, Mr. President.

This woman. One voice. One cry.
One hope. One dream.

... And two words. FUCK YOU.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Musing: Redefining Reverence

written March 13, 2008

Do not let my delicate petals deceive you; my strength is deeply rooted in mother earth. She nourishes me and teaches me how to stand firm against the elements that threaten my very existence.

Do not let my vibrant colors distract you; each one appears for a reason. Each hue tells a different story about who I am and where I come from and what I want from life.

Do not let my stature misguide you; I may be small, but my determination is infinite. I am not afraid to travel the highs and lows of the earth and sky to find the answers I need to survive.

Do not let my scent overwhelm you. It is the aroma of my soul; the very essence of life and love.

Do not uproot me to keep for your viewing pleasure; I will eventually wither and die from your selfish desire and suffocation.

Admire my strength and beauty. Respect my stature. Appreciate my flora. And recognize that equality is necessary for my survival and evolution.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Musing: Paradise will Break Free

written Jan. 19, 2007

She stands there, naked and brazen, daring each passerby to look her straight in the eye. Her body is immaculately toned; skin tanned golden brown from the rebel sun; legs cemented to the hot, sadistic gravel with muscles that refuse to go unnoticed. Her bold, ample hips declare strength unknown to generations of a patriarchal society. Deep breaths of humid air fill her lungs, thrusting her beautiful abdomen forward and back again; tiny beads of sweat form beneath the full of her perfectly rounded breasts which rise up and down with each swell of her abdomen. Her balled fists remain firm at either side, giving way to her sculpted arms and shoulders. Her long, graceful neck merges into her surprisingly hard jaw line; full, sensual lips part ever so slightly revealing stark white teeth. Her prominent nose and cheek bones glisten from the beating sun as the wind makes her wild, wavy hair dance in protest of the roots holding it hostage. Her presence overwhelms and mystifies the very creators of her image; of her manifestation.

But her eyes are empty of emotion, vacant of thought. She is dying on the inside as no one stops to look past her surface. No one dares to look her straight in the eye. Despite the heat of the raging sun, her soul is trapped inside her frozen body. She does not know true love, only lust. She cannot feel true beauty, only dimension. She has not experienced true kindness, only expectation. No one dares to look past the physical representation of societal perfection for fear that something independent, courageous and unrestrained will be looking back.

Slowly, precariously, the ice melts bit by bit as her soul waits patiently; ready to penetrate the minds of all those who dare to look her straight in the eye; who will accept and understand her strength. And all paradise will break free at last.