Amp didn't "allow" me to post that. He gave me the information, password, etc., told me how to blog there a long time ago. I just decided to sieze the day and use the info today because I think what happened to ginmar was wrong. I wrote it and posted it, just like I do here. It didn't get read or approved by Amp first.

I'm not proposing a women's ghetto created by men. I'm proposing that radical feminists write where they will be read, and where women who aren't radicals or maybe aren't feminists at all, will be free to engage us and to learn about our feminism. Our writings are eloquent, our arguments are persuasive, our ideas and politics are compelling and intelligent, no matter when or where they appear, I don't care if men think they've ghettoized us or not or if women worry that we're ghetto-ized or not. If our writings are out there, they are out there, doing the good work that our writings always do. So long as we control the space, I think good things can happen.

But, I will not be surprised if it doesn't happen. Even if it doesn't, via my posts today, women have been directed to the Margins and to all of the links and resources we have here. That, in itself is a good thing. And it will also be a good, and very telling, to see what Amp says about all of this, where he goes with what I've posted, how he responds.

Heart

That's the point. You don't control the space. Ampersand does.

Heart, to me, all the things you describe here (nonheirarchical, peaceful, respectful of earth, etc.) are my definition of morality. So, for me, I do indeed believe that radical feminists are morally SUPER superior to men. Most definitely!

~LearningOne (who has been MIA on this board because of family issues <insert big fat frickin' *sigh* here> but who stops in here time and again for a respite in the atmosphere of sane thinking... and who promises to be more vocal here as soon as I can cos I don't like taking all the time without giving back a little... to keep the respite going for others too... not that what measley morsels I have to offer are all that contributory but you know what I mean!)

Heart, just a little aside... how do I contribute to the cause here without a PayPal account? You have a PO Box or something? Maybe I ought to just open up a PayPal acct. and forget it, eh? I did have one, awhile ago, but it was under the old man's name and so everything I bought was always like he was buying it... and I just couldn't take it anymore so I closed the acct. Maybe I'll just go ahead and open up another one in my name. Never mind about the PO Box. I'll just go ahead and do that.

Gawd, I feel so disorganized and redundant and well... used up! Deep breath, deep breath, DEEP BREATH!

No, I take that back... big hugs, big hugs, BIG HUGS... to and from my amazon sisters here. Better than breathing anyday!!!

Edited to say "the old man's name" and not "my old man's name"! Where the hell did the "my" come from?! :puke:

"Women love all kinds of things, places, animals and people. They can love a place with so gut-wrenching a passion that they dream of it every night. They can love animals with such tenderness that they would die for them, whether in a burning house clasping an old cat in their arms or under the wheels of a lorry loaded with live calves for export. They can love a child or an adult person with a devotion that never flags through long years of toil and struggle. They love undaunted by ill-treatment, abandonment or death, returning good for evil. They do not kill the things they love but cherish them, feed them, nurture them, remaining more interested in them than they are in themselves. They do not come to love the objects of their love by fucking them. With many of the creatures they love the longest and the most deeply they have no genital contact at all."

I just now brewed myself a nice hot cuppa caffeine so I can delve into some of these threads here. The fact that it's almost 8pm be damned!!

Ginmar, this piece here makes sooooo much sense. What the hell could anybody find wrong with it?! It's fact... with no personal opinion involved. If a guy's serious about radical feminism, he WILL feel the effects you've outlined here. It's like dropping a thin goblet on a concrete sidewalk... it's gunna break. It's fact.

I'd go over to WhutsHizName's blog but I don't have the stomach for it. I've been there several times awhile before and feel dirtied after each and every stay. To try and separate out the snippets of true rad fem wisdom over there, from the piles of pig dung, takes just too much effort for me. I'd rather just come here and get the pearls with no swine involved whatsoever.

~LearningOne

"Women love all kinds of things, places, animals and people. They can love a place with so gut-wrenching a passion that they dream of it every night. They can love animals with such tenderness that they would die for them, whether in a burning house clasping an old cat in their arms or under the wheels of a lorry loaded with live calves for export. They can love a child or an adult person with a devotion that never flags through long years of toil and struggle. They love undaunted by ill-treatment, abandonment or death, returning good for evil. They do not kill the things they love but cherish them, feed them, nurture them, remaining more interested in them than they are in themselves. They do not come to love the objects of their love by fucking them. With many of the creatures they love the longest and the most deeply they have no genital contact at all."

Heart. *sigh*

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I haven't read what you're talking about but it makes my skin crawl just reading what you've said here.

My gut reaction is to tell you and Ginmar and everyone else to stay away from those dark alleys. But then again, to avoid those dark alleys means that you might not see the lone wolf cowering in the corner who really doesn't want to jump out at you but doesn't know what else to do... until you show her and then you've in essence saved her.

I was one of those lone wolves who thought she was a part of a pack until her own pack turned on her because she started to stray... and began to follow the lone one coming down the dark alley. But I had myself growled at that lone one many times before.

My thought is for wimin to always converse with each other, no matter if the conversing ends up being growling at first or for awhile. I'm at a place in my life though when I can't understand for the life of me why any womon would ever want to converse with a man online. Total waste of time. Total. IMO. What's the point or purpose in doing something like that. I dunno. Even growling between wimin is better to me than any sort of conversation with a man. Any sort.

~LearningOne

"Women love all kinds of things, places, animals and people. They can love a place with so gut-wrenching a passion that they dream of it every night. They can love animals with such tenderness that they would die for them, whether in a burning house clasping an old cat in their arms or under the wheels of a lorry loaded with live calves for export. They can love a child or an adult person with a devotion that never flags through long years of toil and struggle. They love undaunted by ill-treatment, abandonment or death, returning good for evil. They do not kill the things they love but cherish them, feed them, nurture them, remaining more interested in them than they are in themselves. They do not come to love the objects of their love by fucking them. With many of the creatures they love the longest and the most deeply they have no genital contact at all."

Ginmar, I'm going to e-mail you.

LearningOne, I'm going to read you carefully, after I do about 44 other things I need to do first. Good to have you back.

Oh, and if you want to help support the Margins and you don't have a paypal account, here is our same old, same old, PO Box address:

P.O. Box 246
Wauna, WA 98395

Heart

Yeah, how bout it?!

~LearningOne

"Women love all kinds of things, places, animals and people. They can love a place with so gut-wrenching a passion that they dream of it every night. They can love animals with such tenderness that they would die for them, whether in a burning house clasping an old cat in their arms or under the wheels of a lorry loaded with live calves for export. They can love a child or an adult person with a devotion that never flags through long years of toil and struggle. They love undaunted by ill-treatment, abandonment or death, returning good for evil. They do not kill the things they love but cherish them, feed them, nurture them, remaining more interested in them than they are in themselves. They do not come to love the objects of their love by fucking them. With many of the creatures they love the longest and the most deeply they have no genital contact at all."

Got it, Heart. Mail's going out tomorrow.

Thanks. Again. For everything you are and for everything you do.

~LearningOne

"Women love all kinds of things, places, animals and people. They can love a place with so gut-wrenching a passion that they dream of it every night. They can love animals with such tenderness that they would die for them, whether in a burning house clasping an old cat in their arms or under the wheels of a lorry loaded with live calves for export. They can love a child or an adult person with a devotion that never flags through long years of toil and struggle. They love undaunted by ill-treatment, abandonment or death, returning good for evil. They do not kill the things they love but cherish them, feed them, nurture them, remaining more interested in them than they are in themselves. They do not come to love the objects of their love by fucking them. With many of the creatures they love the longest and the most deeply they have no genital contact at all."