One of the family traditions I’d like my children to continue and pass on is the washing of one another’s feet and regular massages. We did it less as we got older, and I nearly forgot entirely, but this was such a beautiful and caring interaction for a gaggle of heavily traumatized people.

No matter what else was happening, that bit of loving touch and service brightened the day, the mood, the situation. Even when we had our differences. In this touch-starved culture, simple things make the biggest difference.

Not all people enjoy hugs or sex or even holding hands…

My ulcer kicked my ass twice today. Second time nearly vomited again. I hate this. There’s a tight band across my upper abdomen. Trying to relax it. I survived, and took my meds. But good godde, that’s the second time this week!!!

Anyway, in the aftermath, I thought back to my relationship with that person. And I realize there is a kind of predator that works at a slow burn. These are the ones that ratchet it up so slowly it takes ten years before they escalate to a point that you start to notice it's abuse. They wait until…

*Author’s note: while much of my deepest analysis still takes place in The Metanoiac Portal, I suppose I will still share some work here. Please keep in consideration that Medium is not viable financially for writers like me, but some information just needs shared as widely as possible. So consider any future articles as tidbits and teasers.*

Abuse is the only crime in which people pretend to give a fuck about humanity, and always bid for the wrong party at that.

Ain't nobody ever forgot that abusers are very very human. That's exactly why abuse is so egregious - they…

#TDOR

I need clients and funds. I have information. It’s valuable. It’s rare.

But it’s not in a package you’ve been taught to like so… crickets…

I’m too different in all the ways you were taught meant something awful.

You literally need to learn what I have to teach. You literally need me to hold space for your trauma and fear. You literally need me to enrich certain areas of your life no one else can.

But… I’m me, and you’ve been told I don’t exist. I’m me and every other me geta brutally murdered, usually by a lover or…

I did a thing.

Tee Hee Hee! #MichonCon is Coming!!!

As promised, I’ve begun to take steps to set up the first ever Michon Con during my birthday season. A set number of tickets is for sale.

I still need to do the following, which you’re all welcome to pitch in on if you have the spears:

*Set Up The Viewing Platform *Set Up Content Polls *Create an Accessible Schedule *Market the Event *Find Childcare (for myself, but honestly, if I think I’ll make enough revenue from the subscription section, I’ll do a childcare stipend for marginalized parents)

*Find Volunteers…

My children, my nieces and nephew need critical thinking skills just as much as they need my love.

Because right now, most men and women still believe they’re opposites instead of complementary. Most people think there are only two human sexes. Most people think that races are an actual biological reality instead of cultural and ethnic constructs. One in three women around the globe will be subject to intimate partner physical and sexual violence and yet people still think abuse is an individual problem.

People think that the thing that makes us most human is the crap our reptilian brain…

Except dolphins are terrible so I'd never be one. Anyway, this is my birth month, and for my birthday, I want a space actually created to center me and those like me. So, I've been creating one. I've mentioned The Metanoiac Portal before, and I'm finally ready to make the transition.

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As stated in the pinned post in Integrated Non-Monogamy; all of my FB groups will be archived on…