tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944795231126319421.post6642610054693540656..comments2023-04-26T23:19:46.504-04:00Comments on Notes from the T side: Sticks and Stones Can Break My Bones But ...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17931270965200576249noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944795231126319421.post-66130703878755003812013-11-17T11:52:51.567-05:002013-11-17T11:52:51.567-05:00I was at the Veterans Park in Redondo Beach this m...I was at the Veterans Park in Redondo Beach this morning and I was going to begin writing this down and I opened this fortune cookie from last nights post dinner date at Chin Chin that said, "Just be yourself; you are wonderful." It had the usual meaningless lotto numbers attached. I had my guitar playing and thinking of last nights post coital exercise review with boyfriend, walking off my hi-pro glow, which don't happen that often. A girl has to take what she can get out of this life. My Grandfather was right, "Its a rich man's war and a poor girls fight." Remembering grandpa's army service at the memorial. <br /><br />As I was making ready to hammer out some prose I noticed that my iPad wasn't in my bag. I felt a sense of panic the rues my day, an 'Oh Shit' moment was coming. Heading back to where my car was parked at double time pass, but not enough to raise suspicions to my athleticism. It's like every time I open a door. I could just throw it open with out a problem but women are supposed to be weaker so I give a perfunctory 'grunt' and look like I'm struggling. Faced passed, heart beating; a panic attach was settling in. I always remember why. This panic attack was very sever. Memories of a broken chile; a mending woman. <br /><br />This is where the story will begins.<br /><br />There was this child that was brutally beaten by his father and abandoned by his mother. One beating in epic proportions that sparked the attention of an angelic being. "Move your hands," the father continued, "so I can hit you." The child was protecting its head, so the father, out of anger or frustration, bound the child's hands and hung the innocent on the wall. The child's face only showed fear, like a condemned prisoner approaching the chopping block and screaming, primal screams; no one would help; or could help. This always happens in private. The physical violence; only gore porn for the aficionados who adore corporal punishment. One single audible cry for "help me please!" Then silence. <br /><br />The child was forever changed after that. Not a lot of people know what it feels like to be angry, to your core. I mean, they understand, teachers and counselors piled hi deeps in thought, everybody understands, for awhile. Then they want that angry little kid to do something they know it can't do, move on. So after awhile they stop understanding. They send the broken child to a special house with people who have lots of letters behind their names. You have to learn how to hide your feelings, practice acceptable behavior in the mirror. Its a mask. <br /><br />Bullets and bad words are like fire, rust and explosion; the same process at different speeds. Bad words hurt for life. <br />Black Swanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10802542636695652253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-944795231126319421.post-66028618418010536712013-11-10T17:34:54.984-05:002013-11-10T17:34:54.984-05:00I recall the taunts of "poofter" at scho...I recall the taunts of "poofter" at school and they were usually backed up by a physical attack in a remate corner of the school grounds. Why do these guys think beating up another kid who basically is incapable of defending themselves makes them look big and tough? It just makes them look like the idiot bully they are and it is usually a group too seldom just one on one. The beatings hurt, of course they did but I recovered from them. It was the verbal taunts that did far more permanent damage and those scars took a lifetime to recover from. The verbal abuse and the alienation from my peers. I became a loner and an outcast unable to socialise. I felt threatened using the toilets at school. It was a boys only school and using the girls was not an option. I only used the stalls and always sat it never occurred to me to stand. When I was older I avoided public toilets period! On rare occasions there was no option I'd wait until there was no one present. If I encountered someone on the way in while I excited there were some very shocked expressions. <br /><br />All this kind of thing does is to make worse what is a very traumatic but necessary part of this girls existence. The need to deal with natural bodily functions with physical equipment with which you find abhorrent is a bad enough experience. What this girl is being put through merely makes a bad situation far worse. The psychological damage is immense and will likely take her years to overcome.<br /><br />There are actually two families who allegedly written to the school and their concerns are being discussed to find a solution. There was a complaint made to police presumably by the parents but the girls themselves refused to co-operate with the police and any action has been dropped. This should tell you something about the reality of the situation as far as her school friends are concerned. What we are seeing is a clear case of ignorant prejudice fueled by religious doctrine and ignorant bigotry. There is no other explanation.<br /><br />CassandraspeaksAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com