Blockfest ’14

At the beginning of this year, I had the fun experience of having some assholes calling me a whore and trying to meme my face. It was a rough time. I started self-injuring more. I had suicidal moments. I was not doing well for a while, even after I blocked those involved.

In the time since then I’ve blocked other people who were shitty to me, including former friends and complete strangers.

I’ve also blocked people I have never interacted with. Some were known for stalking and assaulting feminists offline. Some were on Level 1 or Level 2 of The Block Bot for harassing and abusing people. Others are part of sites like A Voice for Men, or friends/supporters of those who run sites like AVFM. There are celebrities and their groupies who tweet sexist, racist, homophobic, anti-Islam stuff. There are members of GG that I’ve preemptively blocked after seeing them harass others. And I would block these same individuals again.

Even after receiving crap from them on their secondary accounts. Even after making the “block list” by a stalker for simply following other feminists. Even after receiving harassing and threatening tweets for retweeting something by someone that one of these people doesn’t like.

I don’t have to put up with their crap. I don’t want to either. I might enjoy a little arguing from time to time, but there are only so many times a woman can be called a dumb man hating slut who is so ugly no one would want to fuck her let alone rape her.123 People who make this sort of statement to, about, or near me get blocked.

I do it because I don’t deserve that sort of crap in mentions. I do it because I spent twenty years in therapy; trying to break through trauma and self hatred and having biological predispositions to having mental health issues. I do it because I have had happy minutes, hours, and days. I do it because I’m finally allowing myself to be a true and living person, one who dates, who makes plans, and who leaves her house multiple times a week. I don’t want to be the completely broken girl who trolls could tear down so easily, so I block them to help make sure it doesn’t happen.

So if you’re blocked from my Twitter account, that’s why. And if you’re wondering why someone else would preemptively block another person, maybe it’s for reasons similar to mine. Really you don’t have to know why. If a person blocks another person, then it should not matter to you why they have, even if you’re the one being blocked. It’s not your business. It’s theirs.


  1. Paraphrasing what became, at times, a daily greeting. 

  2. Look at the logic in that statement. 

  3. These are also the people who believe in vast feminist conspiracies. 

Little Talks

A while ago, I told a guy I had been talking to on the phone and texting/IMing (we never met in person/we met on OKC) with that I was no longer interested. In our early conversations, he told me all of the compliments I’d never heard and all of the ones I’d always wanted to hear. He made me feel like I could always depend on him to make me happy. Like he was the only way for me to feel that happiness. I think that was deliberate. He told me early on (a week after we started talking) he loved me and wanted to marry me, despite barely knowing anything about me.

He’d gotten more disturbing with each discussion and each one made me more scared about if I would be safe around him. I had to tell him I felt exactly like he did (ie I loved him) or that I cared more for him than he did for me or he’d suggest I didn’t care. I also had to describe sex acts that I wasn’t interested in so he could get off. If I said I wasn’t interested in something he would tell me that I would be when we met and that we would do it then.

Our last phone call, he described wanting to choke me during sex. It didn’t sound like kink related choking. It sounded a bit more threatening. I knew I needed to walk away, so I tried to.

A couple of weeks after I first said I was no longer interested in talking to him, he IMed me. I had to explain (again) why I wanted to end our conversations. After I did, he told me that he still felt horny. I told him that knowledge made me uncomfortable. He asked if I would do him a favor and I said yes, even though I wanted to walk away. He wanted me to sext with him one last time. I didn’t want to, but I felt like I owed him something. And I worried that if I didn’t that he would come find me. (I still think that sometimes.) So I briefly did/said what he wanted.

And I cried while I did it.

I finished describing whatever fantasy he wanted me to describe and I wanted to scream and vomit. Ever since my mood has been worse, I want to avoid people more, and I just feel like some part of me broke. I’ve only told my two best friends. I can’t tell my family or the guy I’ve been casually seeing (aka having sex with). They would probably be supportive, but the idea of telling them scares me.

I feel like it’s my fault and that I’m being ridiculous because what happened wasn’t something that physically violated me. I know violating emotional boundaries is still a big deal. I just can’t convince my brain because I feel like what I went through shouldn’t be doing this to me. But it is. And I don’t know what I should do. He didn’t break the law. I’ve blocked him online. I wouldn’t answer any calls and told my parents not to answer his calls if he made them. But there’s not much more I could do.

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Theoretical Mania and Absolute Nausea

My mom has decided I’m manic.1 Her basis for this decision is that I’m grumpy and I have been trouble sleeping.

I’m grumpy because I feel bad. I feel bad because I’ve had a bad fever & stressed headache for a week, had my (weeks late) period for almost two weeks and was spotting for almost a whole week before that, and been nauseated and have had a messed up appetite for three months. I’ve also had heartburn and reflux that’s still acting pretty badass after 80mg of Prilosec and 2-3 doses of four Maximum Strength Gaviscon tablets per day. And the nausea and headaches aren’t helped by waking up to the smell of tuna or Vienna sausages, which my father loves to eat for breakfast.2 Oh, and there’s the whole continuous injuries and continuous family drama. After all of that, I’m allowed to be grumpy. And the heartburn, injuries, and headaches are enough to mess up my sleep.

So, no, I’m not manic. I just feel like shit lately. And I’m expected to do everything that I would do if I felt well without complaint. And the longer I go without bitching, the more likely I am to go into a massive bitchfest. And I always suppress my bitching because it’s not just expected but because I don’t want to say things that would upset people.

It doesn’t help my mood/general bitchiness that I haven’t had therapy in a few months. I tend to start having freak out fests when I miss too much therapy.3


  1. I’m not. 

  2. Why? 

  3. I may be getting better psychologically, but my issues are still there and still require regular treatment. 

Review: Captivated by You

Captivated by You
Captivated by You by Sylvia Day
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

It’s the people you love who hurt you the most. This could be a good way to sum up the “plot” of the book and a good way to explain how this book was really disappointing.

This is one of my favorite series and authors, so it would be fair to say that I expect a lot from these books. This book did not deliver. It would have been more acceptable in a series I wasn’t a fan of or an author that I didn’t expect more from, but from Day? This book just wasn’t up to snuff.

Switching between the perspectives of Gideon and Eva was, shockingly, not that bad. That part was done well, but I did feel like Day hadn’t really thought out Gideon’s perspective on everything. His chapters felt less developed and some of the word choices during them (i.e. the continued use of lush to describe Eva’s curves) did drag things down a bit.

My biggest issue with the book was that it lacked a real plot. There was no real sense of purpose in the book. I knew in the beginning that despite their doubts Gideon and Eva would still be together in the end. I knew that they would get through their big obstacles. But I didn’t expect there to be as much of a cop-out in developing a real story. Gideon and Eva are both stormy characters and, even in the most dramatic of scenes, they were really weak in this book. There was no real bite in either of them.

I hate suggesting that she didn’t put enough effort into the story, but that is how it came across. Maybe she felt rushed or maybe she just needed to get certain plot points out before the next book, so she was just setting up the next one. I do know that I was very disappointed by it. I don’t know what exactly led to this book and the drop in quality, but I’m hoping that the next book makes up for it.

I would like to note that for anyone with a history of being abused or who is triggered by such things that this book has very graphic descriptions of sexual abuse. If that is something that might impact you personally, you might want to stay away for that reason. Also there is some casual mentioning of self-harm

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Don’t Rain on My Parade

My mom once told me that I was cute and I was pretty, but I wasn’t truly beautiful or attractive. This was one of the things that stuck with me over the years in a negative way. I’ve been able to move past it lately. I feel pretty, cute, beautiful, and attractive. I’ve even felt downright sexy with certain people who shall remain nameless. But, basically, my self-esteem in that area is up.

The other night1 she told me that I wouldn’t be a good mom someday. Her reasoning was that when I get upset with Amy for things like peeing on the couch that I “ignore” Amy. I recognize myself getting upset and I tell my parents to take care of her/keep an eye on her for a little while, while I calm down. I don’t yell at her. I just take a break. I pointed this out and my mom said, “With a kid, you can’t do that.” When she said this, I pointed out that as a child, she would put me in a playpen, leave the room entirely AND make sure the door was shut when she would get upset.2 I almost pointed out to my father, who was agreeing with her, that he had a bit of temper and tends to lose control of it, that maybe my handing off for a little while and cooling down isn’t the worst reaction to have.

And I realized that she was sort of moving on to my next insecurity.3 If the appearance thing doesn’t bother me as much as it used to, then she has to have something to give me a hard time about. I don’t even know if she realizes that she is doing it or why she does it, but I don’t particularly appreciate it.4 I can’t exactly bring it up with her because that would lead to an argument, which would lead to a “I’m so aggrieved” speech by her and a rehashing of everything that has ever gone wrong in this family. Quite frankly, I just don’t want to deal with that, so I just try to smile and not pay attention to this sort of thing.

I know I still have issues that I need to work on. I admit that. I also know that it’s possible that I wouldn’t be a good mom, but I don’t think it’s appropriate for her to decide to bring me down like this.


  1. Sunday 

  2. Her doctor told her to do this because, as a baby/toddler, I tended to apologize anytime my mom would be upset. 

  3. Not that she doesn’t still do the appearance one from time-to-time. I showed her the picture of me with red lip gloss on the other day that I was feeling confident about. She told me that I looked completely washed out and that I should never wear that color again because it looked so horrible. 

  4. I’m pretty sure the “you won’t be a good mom” thing was partly a result of Nana showering me with positive attention over my weight loss and treating me like I wasn’t the biggest person in the family anymore. It moved her back some. I’m pretty sure about this because the comments came just a few hours after the visit with Nana. 

Review: Anatomy of a Single Girl

Anatomy of a Single Girl
Anatomy of a Single Girl by Daria Snadowsky
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

There are some books in life that you know your life is better because of. This isn’t one of those books. To be honest, I probably wouldn’t have read this book if I hadn’t checked it out at the same time as I checked out the first book in the series. I didn’t like that book and I didn’t like the continuation of the neurotic drama that is Dominique Baylor’s sex life.

Like with the first book, everything was clinical. I know that Dom wants to be a doctor, but it almost felt like the author was trying to give the readers a sexual health lesson. It also had the tone of “we’re going to explore casual sexual relationships, but if you have them, then your life may be vapid/meaningless”.

Another repeating theme was the obsession with appearance. I know that Dom is 18 and that is a big emotional thing for an eighteen year old girl, so maybe it could get a bit of a pass. The big exception I have with giving it that pass is that it seemed to imply that because Dom was now at a lower weight than she was before that she was smarter and more worthy of praise than she was at the higher weight. It might give readers the idea that people who are bigger are less intelligent or less deserving of respect. It focuses on judging a person based upon their body alone and that’s a very dangerous path for thoughts to take.

The characters within the book are annoying. Well, there aren’t really any other characters than Dom. Sure, she’s staying at her parents’ apartment, she’s with Guy, she talks about Cal, and she has conversations with Amy, but it feels like everything has to center on pleasing Dom. With her very neurotic personality, it’s impossible to please her, so there are around 225 pages of Dom just whining. She’s a horrible friend. She’s extremely judgmental of anyone who doesn’t bend to her ideas. She regularly disparages Amy’s sex life (again) and continues on her sex-negativity even as she uses Guy as a sex toy for the Summer. She would actually judge Amy for simply talking to or flirting with a guy because (to Dom) this behavior is something that should happen between two people who are working towards getting married and having lots of babies one day. And when she realizes that this outcome isn’t going to happen with Guy, what does she do? She doesn’t stay away from him. She uses him to get off. He doesn’t sacrifice the cutesy stuff in the relationship to have sex, she does. And when he wants to do other stuff, she’s controlling and manipulative. It’s really like she becomes this huge train-wreck of a character.

The writing in this book wasn’t horrible, but it was worse than the first book. There was little actual insight and there was no real entertainment value. Because it wasn’t a complete suckfest, I’m still going to go with two stars, but it just barely earned that second star.

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