Monthly Archives: September 2020

Acceptance

Today was nonstop and I slept over 10 hours yesterday for some recovery. It was a pretty intense weekend for a few reasons but it got me to reflect on a lot of interactions in the past. I thought about a lot of relationship successes and failures. I questioned whether my approach in these situations were the best ones, even if I thought I was in the right. It’s made me realize I justified a lot of things under the excuse that I was reacting, or setting boundaries, or that my patience was tested and is finite just like everyone else’s. This might be true in some circumstances, and I’ve always tried to do the best possible at the time with the information I had, but looking back I can see where I used a hatchet instead of a scalpel. I can see where I lacked kindness. Even in anger or pain or sadness there’s a line, and instead of stopping when I made my point, sometimes I kept going because I didn’t see any point in shielding or watering down where I stood. I’ve always gone for transparency, so that’s how I viewed these actions. Regardless of situations and their catalysts, I wish I’d had more self control and showed more kindness to the people I interacted with, even if it was the last time I spoke to them (especially if it was the last time I spoke to them).

I thought a lot about redemption. I thought about my ex and the friend he raped. I realized he explored plausible deniability in a situation and knew what he was doing, but I wondered if he ever felt remorse and if it was enough to prevent him from harming someone again. I’ll never know. I thought about the people who hurt me and if they were redeemable. A couple had reached out to me in messages a while back, and I decided to reread them. I responded to them both. The first one was an apology and acknowledgement that they took away my autonomy and didn’t get consent to push for a scenario I never wanted. They took ownership, they understood I didn’t trust them and they broke our friendship. The first time they wrote to me the apology seemed very self serving and more about their own comfort. The second attempt was much better but I didn’t know how to respond. I responded the other day explaining this. I also talked about the reflections over the last weekend and how it brought me to redemption. It made me realize we are all capable of terrible mistakes, and that I hoped we were all capable of redemption, myself included. So while I admitted o struggled in differentiating a genuine offer versus one that’s deceptive, I chose to believe him, and thanked him for continuing to try to reach me and for doing the work to not perpetuate pain. He responded back and it was good.

The other message was from an ex gf who remained good friends with me for years until she became aggressively adamant about me not being serious of taking care of my health because I wouldn’t do it her way. I’ve never been into woo, or pseudo science. If it worked, it would be science. I don’t care what anyone else does as long as they don’t push it onto me and that’s what happened. We stopped talking almost four years ago when I finally pushed back on it and she sent a nasty message and ended it with it I responded she’d block me. Way to say whatever the hell you want without having the guts to see the response. I sent a pretty long response and didn’t pull any punches, not gaf whether it was read or not. So I was surprised to find a lovely message mentioning friendship this last April. Again, I didn’t know how to respond until this last weekend. I said I appreciated her reaching out and would also like friendship. I haven’t seen a response so I don’t know what that means yet, but I won’t worry about it.

I told a lot of people I love, that I love them. I don’t do that enough. I don’t know how much longer I’ll live, or how long they’ll live. There’s so much uncertainty and chaos in the world I’d rather speak up now. I reached out to a couple individuals I needed to apologize to. I never thought I’d choose actions that would be toxic, I didn’t see or own that until there was enough time and distance to observe it. I’m very sad that these interactions happened and that I reacted so poorly. I don’t know if I’ll ever hear from these people again, and either way it’s okay. I’m trying to be softer, slower to anger, more accepting. For years I’d always fear giving anyone the inkling that they could walk all over me, I prided myself on being assertive, and sometimes when I leaned into aggression I found pride in it. There is a time and place for everything, but I think I learned in too hard and too often sometimes. I want to do better, I don’t want to reflect back in a few years with so many reasons to be sorry for how I interacted with the people in my life.

A glamorous manifesto

Let’s talk about beauty for a few minutes. This is a strangely subjective and universal topic. Standards have fluctuated based on timeline and geography (much like religion) and a lot of people like to wax on about it being in the eye of the beholder. Let’s get personal for a moment. We deal with a society that inundates us with “standards” of Westernized beauty that impacts us all, whether we meet those standards or not. When I was a little girl my heart was broken because I was nowhere near Marilyn Monroe. I hadn’t seen Bettie Page yet, and hadn’t realize brunettes, let alone Asians, could be considered beautiful.

I had partners in my past tear me down, neg me, make me self conscious about my weight, or I had issues about my bust being smaller than what I thought appropriate for my broad shouldered frame. I am half Scottish. I am half Korean. I have said I have an Asian face on a European woman’s body. I am a hybrid, and I didn’t have much representation growing up in media that looked like me. I am very fortunate that through the years my body image improved as I became empowered. This went hand in hand. I came to understand that I have intrinsic value regardless of my appearance, but that I am also a beautiful woman. I have lips, hips, tits. I‘ve felt like walking sex, I have felt the power of taking ownership of my femininity, to be wild, glamorous, and I know what it feels like to be worshiped upon the alter that is a shared bed or space between me and my lover. I am fiery passion. You can smell the confidence radiating from me, it’s in my sweat, it’s in my blood.

I have privilege because of when and where I was born, and what I look like. I understand that I am not going to be everyone’s “type,” but that I hit a pretty broad spectrum and that I’ve turned heads even when I’m not someone’s usual type. This isn’t being said flippantly or to be an arrogant bitch. This is being said in a tone of victory. It is the most punk and feminist and liberating thing to realize your own beauty and intangible quality, to be self validated, and to overcome all the unnecessary bullshit life throws your way. To wake up and see the most beautiful woman in your life in the mirror every morning, on your own, or an absolute mess next to your partner after a wild night of crazy sex, with a full face of make up, or bare faced with tangled hair. To find people in your life who you cherish and who cherish you back, and who honor you the way you honor yourself, that is a true blessing.

There is a play off of namaste I recently got on a shirt that says “the badass woman in me honors the badass woman in you” and I absolutely love that concept and I try my best to live it every day. We still deal with issues regarding intersectional femininity, we still have toxic masculinity and TERF bs and gender roles and ridiculous standards for men and women and everyone in between to combat. We don’t need to tear each other down, the world is hard enough as it is. We need to lift each other up in solidarity, we can all succeed together and are not dealing with the zero sum game some would like us to believe we’re in. I am beyond disappointed that at any age, but especially at my age now, that these conversations still need to happen. Coming at me or anyone else is a terrible idea that serves no one, but trying to come at my appearance means you already lost, and I have no sympathy for the hole you’re digging yourself into. How dare you come after one of my friends, the fucking audacity. You are ugly on the inside, and that’s something you’ll have to work out on your own. You can’t stand beside me, you’re nowhere near worthy. I don’t tolerate or suffer fools, and I won’t start shit but I will always finish it. This is me in all my crowning glory, authentic and unafraid to paint myself as I see fit. I am fucking gorgeous and here are the selfies to fucking prove it.

Dream Us

Been going through some dietary changes to try and help some autoimmune symptoms, and was a little too relaxed with it over the last week and have been trying to recover for a few days. Had to become more restrictive and was starting to feel better so it was surprising to wake up from a dead sleep in a stupid amount of abdominal pain around 5am. I couldn’t remember the dreams prior but the ones after were busy and chaotic as usual.

The only part I can remember was seeing Jösh. It has been quite a while since dream Jösh has visited. I was so mad and angry at you, your absence cause a lot of Umbrella Academy level world ending shit to go down and then you showed back up without any explanation. I was dealing with my parents and some other crisis when I finally caught up to you. I wanted to scream and unload everything I didn’t realize I was still holding in. You were exhausted and sitting on the floor with your back against the wall, and despite the rage I just sat in your lap and kissed you. I wanted to touch you, I didn’t think it was ever going to be possible again and I couldn’t believe you were here. I could tell you were confused but then didn’t care when you kissed me back and that’s when you raised your arms to hold me.

Even in dreams I know this is off, and that I’m likely to never see you again.