I seem to be beyond notice. 11 years, and I get so few comments.
I’m not looking for Freshly Pressed. I have ceased caring about that.
I don’t want to be special. I don’t want to be brave. I just want to belong. I started this blog to come to grips with the awful abuse my mother and others heaped on me. 11 years later, the world seems to be telling me, over and over, that most people do not care. This space right here, it’s just not hitting people’s vibes. It’s beyond their notice.
Oh, and third wave radical feminists are especially unwelcome here. I don’t need some random bitches telling me I’m so part of the oppression. Sadly, that’s likely to include a cousin, but ironically, she’s the only one from that branch of the family that can even be bothered to talk to me. The others, who I used to be a lot closer to- no, they don’t care. They don’t. They already have their pity party on Facebook, or, whatever. Well, there’s the Star Wars & “my man” couple. Whatever.