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This is the face of a happy bad ass boss bitch. I am feeling so grateful for my neighbors, judge McAdams and the legal system which just granted my family a five year retraining order against my ill neighbor so he can’t fuck with me anymore. So many neighbors wrote witness testimonies and showed up to the hearing.
I saw this post this morning and can’t get this image out of my head. This is someone on duty with the RCMP (basically the Canadian police) forcibly removing land defenders who are protecting the less than 3% remaining old growth on unceded indigenous lands. Most of the violence has been directed at indigenous women and women of color. Same old story.
Just wrapped up Sensual Autobiographies in Wild Women Rising today, part one of Sensuality, Pleasure, and Embodiment and am sitting with a lot. Gratitude for the courage and trust these women had to share their stories and be witnessed in their trauma, kinks, pleasure and pain. I am so moved. Ignited, sad, happy, angry. At one point I was dancing and crying and felt connected to all the women marching today, all the rape, past and present, rape of the earth.
Sort of turning a corner with this ending a ten year relationship and marrying myself journey. The anger was productive, informative, and exhilarating, then finally some grief on the Rogue River this summer (rivers are good for that) but lately it’s been so lonely and I’ve wondered, “Did I make the right choice?”
I’ve started drumming on my hot tub deck. It started the night my neighbor put black duct tape through my pro choice sign and broken-record-shouted, “Florie is a baby killer” for HOURS, deep into the night. First discovering punk music on my ukulele, I suddenly felt an urge, like lightening, sweep through me and I ran into the house, wiped the cobwebs off my snake drum, and rushed up onto the deck.
While you’re doing whatever you’ve just been doing, this is happening. It’s been happening since long before my grandmother’s time, and it’s still happening right now as you read this.
In part two of our administrative series Taking Care of Business, I’m also almost done renewing my passport. I’m expediting it so I can go with godspeed to #fairycreek to help protect the last of Canada’s remaining old growth. Please follow @fairycreekblockade and @rainforestflyingsquad to learn more.
Two trips to the courthouse and a call with the Family Law help desk (call or email them if you’re in Yolo County, they are so helpful 530-406-6793 email@example.com) I’m almost ready to file this sucker against my misogynist racist neighbor who keeps defacing my signs, coming on my property drunk at night and refusing to leave, spying on us, and shouting kind of hilarious things in the street all hours of the the night, like, “I’m Florie Wild, I’m so wild. I’m going to marry myself, I’m a loose woman.”
Ok this might be cringy, and feels vulnerable, but here’s the truth:
Loving this homemade sign someone put up at the co-op. Please vote NO!!!!!!! On the California governor recall. Please please please. It’s so easy. Just check the box for no. Don’t bother with the rest. Put it in the mail. Tuesday is the deadline.
Last Sunday I did a goodbye ritual with my partner at Putah Creek.
Missing my time on the Rogue River last month. I always feels so sad and weird when I leave extended times in wild places. It’s disorienting and depressing returning to strip malls and freeways and….why do we live this way? Why have we even done this? Colonialism is bonkers. Now how to we repair and reverse this shit?