The women attendees begin to filter in, and as I mentioned, it’s a crowd unlike any other I’ve been in. I’ve been in plenty of women-only space, so it wasn’t the women, and lots of larger crowds of women, so it wasn’t the size. It was the age-range and style. It had to be 90% millennial women, almost all were very fashion-forward, almost all were entrepreneurs. It was truthfully this very different type of sisterhood than I’m used to, but it was a sisterhood nonetheless.
I felt the talk went really well. I had cut two pieces from the body of it only the night before because my read-through had been 37 minutes and was meant to be 30. I did this so that I could fit in two new anecdotes that I felt gave weight to my subject. I talk about the experiences I had with child sexual abuse and sexual assault, and interweave this telling with my resiliency, which for me was writing.
I know a lot about disappointment. I also know a lot about reframing, bright sides, and the universal tendency toward good things. This post is about that. Sort of. There was a not insignificant amount of build up to the Simcoe Country Violence Against Women Coordinating Committee talk. I was approached at the Muskoka DomesticContinue reading “Blog: Thanks, Universe, For Fucking Shit Up”
I woke up early to the pink streaks of sunrise over the snow-covered lake. I took a moment to rest in gratitude for this experience and then I got up. I ran through the portion of my talk that includes improvisation, and got ready for the day.