In a piece of Scottish folklore from Selkirk
it is described how
a woman was able to protect herself and her baby from some malicious fairies that had snuck into the house
by wrapping her
husband’s waistcoat around them both
Isn’t that just the softest concept? Isn’t that just a most peculiar, domestic kind of magic? Such a simple, intuitive kind of protection. And we do this all the time!
“Your shirts are nicer to sleep in.”
“It’s cold out, take my coat.”
“I miss you, so I’ve stolen your sweater.”
“Borrow my blazer for your interview!”
“I wore this when I was your age, it is just your size.”
All the clothes we lend, steal and hand down so affectionately! All the fabric we wrap around us that is full of another person’s thoughts of us! It’s all magic. Magic so old that we don’t even remember that it is
My mother used to mutter “I want a WIFE” angrily from time to time.
Later, after my parents split up and my mom’s bff’s spouse died, mom’s bff moved in. Mom would come home from work and the house would be clean! Dinner would be ready! Laundry done! Homework checked!
She called me up, delighted, a few weeks into it. “I was right! I DID want a wife!”
i remember the blissful 14 months when me and my friend shared a nanny, and coming back into the living room to find she had spontaneously tidied up the extreme chaos. That must be what it’s like, being a man, that you can just walk away from some mess to get ready for work, and when you come back somebody else has dealt with it without any physical or mental effort from you.
I think about this essay all the time
Fuckin YUP. I do this job for free, by choice, and it is why I demand (and receive; my spouse is 100% on this train) the equivalent respect and prestige associated with a $200k/yr salary. Do👏not👏accept👏less👏from👏a👏man!👏 It would be nice if women were actually paid for the work we do, but you don’t have to wait for the culture to come around to literal money to demand compensation.
I had dinner with this elderly couple at their house for Rosh Hashana and she had cooked the food. Before we left for the synagogue, I offered to help her clean the table/put away leftovers and she said, “No, you’re a guest.” And then she sat down and her husband took care of it.
I just stared, floored, and he explained, “She cooks, I clean. We share.”
And I think about just how fucking flabbergasted I am every time a man does a chore and doesn’t use it as a lead in to “you’re not doing your work, I had to wash dishes/take out the trash” berating.
1. “I treat myself like I would my daughter. I brush her hair, wash her laundry, tuck her in goodnight. Most importantly, I feed her. I do not punish her. I do not berate her, leave tears staining her face. I do not leave her alone. I know she deserves more. I know I deserve more.” (i know i deserve more, michelle k)
2. “Don’t forget to love her. The little girl you used to be. Perhaps She lies within you. Untucked. Sleeping peacefully.” (nurture, kiana llanos)
3. “These days I wake up crying
holding myself in my arms
rocking myself like a mother
repeating
it’s all right- i’m here.” (rocking, nuela archer)
4. “There’s a little girl in my head & she screams ‘unloved! unloved! unloved!’ every moment of my life (@star-eaters)
"There’s a woman in my head now & she holds the little girl and says “I will take care of you and we will be alright” when the little girl screams and together they are learning how to trust each other” (@antidecay)
genuinely terrifying how adhd will have you be fully aware of the responsibilities you’re neglecting and yet its like you’re being piloted by a super chill hedonistic demon who can’t hear you/doesnt care
the reason you were able to read more and do more activities in a day when you were a kid than you do as an adult isn’t because you got stupider, it’s because as a child you generally had your base needs taken care of and your schedule provided to you, so you didn’t have to use as much of your mental and physical energy on planning, life maintenance (ie food and administrative tasks), and general executive function. of course you could focus on reading a novel in two days, somebody else made your lunches and you never thought about phone bills and you didn’t even have to decide for yourself when to take a bath. c’mon
for better or worse i’ve recently realized that self care, for me personally, sometimes means extra effort instead of less. like making my bed every day makes me feel good about my living space even though it’s a couple minutes of work, and plating my food nicely makes me feel like i’ve made and eaten a nice meal even if it means cleaning more dishes. i used to think self care was almost synonymous with making things easier for yourself, but sometimes challenging yourself a little tiny bit more than usual is more rewarding than doing it the easiest way, although that isn’t true for everyone, i know, it’s just how things have turned out for me
genuinely if it were from fucking anything else, “I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition” would be unironically one of the most romantic lines of dialogue ever written but it’s from fucking supernatural so instead it was a preface to a decade of queerbaiting and homophobia. love wins, I guess
if an angel dragged my lapsed christian ass from hell to give me a second chance and upended my entire understanding of god and heaven with that single act of kindness I would simply fall desperately in love with him. rip to dean winchester but I’m different
14th November 2020
Reblogged From trippypeas
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