In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Wednesday, July 21, 2004

The Giant Oozer... 

That would be me, folks. Somehow I picked up poison oak—either from when I fell or on the trail somewhere. I have never before gotten poison oak, so I assumed I wasn't allergic to it. Where I grew up, poison ivy grew up, so I would have gotten it then, it seems. But apparently, dem times are a changin'. Again. My hands are blistering and oozing, and it is—and I am—so gross. So I'm still not bloggin'. However, I have been doing some easy activism. I've told you about NARAL before, Pro-Choice America. If you'd like to participate in their online activism, check out my own pro-choice webpage on their site.

All rightie. I'm off. (Truly.) I haven't slept in several nights now—itching, oozing, etc. (Ain't it grand?) So wish me some shut-eye tonight. I will be thankin' ye!

See you soon!

May You Zzzzzz in Beauty.

Posted by: Kim Antieau / 7/21/2004 08:20:00 PM
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