every time i try to write a post with a personal narrative in it i suck. but suffice it to say, i have a lot of feelings about Christian males who are incapable of communicating with women beyond a primarily potential romantic-other way. i have a lot of concerns about a generation of guys who profess the name of Christ that cannot see women as human beings, but continue to write the females in their life off as “overreactive,” “nagging,” “stumbling blocks,” or any number of other things. i have a lot of angst about the males in my life who have decided for me that my thoughts, opinions, and discoveries about both theology and philosophy aren’t quite as valid as theirs because i haven’t read all of their favorite old white bros. i have a lot of anger towards males who cannot interact with me on a human level, instead writing me off as someone’s girlfriend or somehow too overly sexualized (only so because of their thought process) in a bikini. i have written off many males in the past year who have considered my anatomy before my ideas, including people i used to think i was in love with. i have especially decided to discontinue, to an appropriate amount, my socialized “niceness” towards males who assert their power in demeaning, dehumanizing, and belittling ways. i do not feel the need to laugh and giggle when male coworkers comment on my shirts. i am capable of being both kind and loudly assertive with my male coworker when he abandons me during a dinner rush, even when he is angry back. i do not have to put up with bullshit. i do not have to be told what to do or how to dress by men. i refuse to continue limiting myself by my sex and expect others to do the same. when they do not, i will mentally pat them on the back and walk away.
i am a woman, and i’m finding my feet.
more importantly, i’m teagan, and i’m finding my feet.
more more importantly, i’m finding my voice.