My name is Beth or Bethany. Your call. I was named after the song 'Beth' by kiss because my parents were awesome. I have been gracing the earth with my presence for 20 some odd years now. I am a Mama bear to two absolutely amazing baby boys. They are my best friends and the two loves of my life. I am very much a woman. Proud feminist. Feminist does not however mean anti-feminine. I love the stereotypical girl things. Pretty things, things that make me laugh, things that make me think, having red or sometimes pink hair, tattoos, piercings, Star Wars, Doctor Who, Gore/Horror, zombies, cryptids, monsters (especially frank <3) Mermaids, octopuses(octopi? octopussies?), sharks, basically anything to do with the sea...."I'm not a concept. Too many guys think I'm a concept or I complete them or I'm going to make them alive, but I'm just a fucked up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours."
I am Sylvia Plath, crying into her dinner, as Teddy is off shooting holes in the wildlife and punching holes in the page.
I am the women who died uncredited, and lived uncredited. As they wrote and drew and painted.
I am Jane Austen and Caroline Criado-Perez, who in a media storm asked only a favour, a tenner, yet faced rape threats and death threats, murderous misogyny.
I pour out my heart with their art in my veins, their art in my brain, their struggle in my soul.
Be myself til’ this ending, and be myself till the ending, whenever that comes.
News flash: you are either a feminist or you’re not. There is no middle ground. There is no ‘I believe in equal rights but I’m not a feminist.’ If you believe women should be equal to men, you are a feminist. It’s that simple. It’s not a bad word. It’s not a derogatory term. It doesn’t mean you hate men. It doesn’t mean you want to control men. It doesn’t mean you’ll sprout horns and fangs and start devouring anything with a Y chromosome. What it means is that you believe that women have the right to control their own bodies, an education, equal opportunity and equal pay, and equal rights to men. Feminism is an inclusive term, not exclusive, and you should be proud to call yourself one.
A huge part of being a feminist is giving other women the freedom to make choices you might not necessarily make yourself.
Must overcome my fear of bees!
Boys are adorable. Boys trail off their sentences in an appealing way. Boys bring a knapsack to work. Boys get haircuts from their roommate, who “totally knows how to cut hair.” Boys can pack up their whole life in a duffel bag and move to Brooklyn for a gig if they need to. Boys have “gigs.” Boys are broke. And when they do have money, they spend it on a trip to Colorado to see a music festival. Boys don’t know how to adjust their conversation when they’re talking to their friends or to your parents. Until I was thirty, I only dated boys, as far as I can tell. I’ll tell you why. Men scared the shit out of me.Men know what they want. Men make concrete plans. Men own alarm clocks. Men sleep on a mattress that isn’t on the floor. Men tip generously. Men buy new shampoo instead of adding water to a nearly empty bottle of shampoo. Men go to the dentist. Men make reservations. Men go in for a kiss without giving you some long preamble about how they’re thinking of kissing you… Men know what they want and they don’t let you in on their inner monologue, and that is scary.