I love to hear from readers! Reach the author at firstname.lastname@example.org
Are you looking for something you read here, and find it has changed?
A note about my purpose and process:
I began this blog as a joke, one day in 2013 when I wanted to get some things off my chest.
As many have guessed, I wrote the first DTFM post in about eight minutes one day back when nobody ever ever read my blog. There was this news site I liked, The Media Coop, and an editor there mentioned one day that they like when members use the blog spaces because it kept the site feeling loved, so on a lark while finishing my PhD and working on more ‘serious’ academic articles, I also started messing around with thinking things over by writing to myself online. It wasn’t even trying to be a public blog. The idea had actually not occurred to me that I could even be a public blogger. And I wrote about some things I was figuring out that I was experiencing in organizing spaces, and I shared them with a few organizer friends, and that was that. And that was all I expected or could have imagined at the time.
I had posted maybe four or five things up on there when the first post went viral. And I mean I went from no readers at all to, suddenly, thousands. It was all quite enjoyable, if puzzling. The very first Dating Tips for the Feminist Man post was written very, very fast, mostly just me talking to myself in my head to one a specific guy who had been unwilling to examine his privilege. In retrospect, looking back on it with everything I know now, he had been gaslighting me. But I didn’t even have this word yet, let alone this concept. Many of us are so trained to accept being treated in reckless, un-empathetic, entitled, and irresponsible ways, and these are actually not ok at all, and I was trying to come to trust myself. This one person had treated me in very emotionally undeveloped ways while calling himself very publically and very loudly a feminist and cultivating a public reputation that was a big part of how he had earned my trust. Now I know that this is a pattern, but this was my first exposure to it and at the time I was confused and scared. Writing the post was just a way to help me get my head clear. I thought maybe three friends and my cat would read it. (OK, I don’t have a cat. But then, cats don’t read so it doesn’t matter? Then again neither could my actual rabbit George, who I guess would be the real-world equivalent of the cat in ‘three friends and my cat?’ if we were being really specific.)
In any case, thinking no one would ever read it, I slammed the first post out, gave it a sarcastic title (‘dating tips for the feminist man?’ like, really? recognize your own emotions? communicate honestly and act accountable? these are what we still need as ‘dating tips‘? like why don’t you already know this shit?) took about two seconds to pick the most ridiculous picture google gave me for search term ‘feminist man,’ posted it, and went off to do other things.
Unbenownst to me the internets really likes five word titles, anything to do with dating, and bright pink pictures of whatsisface, the dude in the picture.
The friend who moderated the Media Coop got in touch a few hours later to say ‘hey did you know your post is going viral?’ and I had the WHAT? of discovering you write something just for yourself to think things through and discover a lot of other human beings on the planet are thinking through the same things you are. Guess what, when you’re experiencing structural violence, well so are lots of other people. I guess that’s why they call it ‘structural.’
The next post that went seriously viral, in February of 2016, blew up bigger than anything I imagined from this one-off blog written at my kitchen table. It’s still small potatoes in the publishing world, but I’m used to academic writing, where you work on one thing for 2 or 3 (or 5) years and then fifteen people you really respect in your field read it if you’re really lucky and that’s a good read.
The reverberations of the Nurturance post have gone around the world and come back with echoes that, like a strange and terrible sonar, have begun to reveal the ‘contours’ of patriarchy and white supremacy to me. Contours that have long been visible to the millions of directly affected people who have been doing this work for generations. This is like getting invited into a terrifying and yet strangely hopeful club of those who have seen and survived the edges of oppression in our world and are living to dismantle them. Finding some kind of peace in the struggle is an ongoing thing.
I hope to embrace these echoes, in all the pain that they raise, and do justice to the work, for all of us who want to grow as human beings and be good to the ones we dare to love.
What I have since understood is that the way I approach this blog may not be the standard way. I really am not “a blogger” except by complete fluke, and I began this to meet healing needs and in a particular way, and as the blog has grown I have realized I really like and need the process to continue the way it began. I post half-formed pieces all the time, because I am trying to come into words about things that exist, that many of us know and feel, but that often have no words.
The posts go up, and they send out that sonar ‘ping’ – and then I feel out what that ping reveals, the patterns of culture, thought, and belief in the world, and I continue to hone and write and revise until the truth of what I want to say comes clear, like a statue shaking itself out of the sand. That means that posts continue to be edited long after they go up, as new knowledge, awareness, or sometimes just the right words finally come available for things that I could not say when I began.
That means if you come back to a post, looking for a specific word or phrase, and find it’s gone – you’re not imagining it! They continually change. They will continue to change, because I use this space as a relaxing oral-narrative-influenced autonomous place to figure out what my body is telling me, to catch what I hear in the sonic echoes around me, in a free and very liberating way. Coming out of an academic setting and three years into burnout and after experiencing sustained psychological abuse that took away my agency and trust in my perceptions, this freedom to write my own way has felt tremendously, tremendously necessary, more than I can say. And it may all be slowly honing towards a book, which would of course come out in more of a ‘fixed’ form.
So honestly, this blog – the title, the image – it all began as a joke. As a joke to myself, thinking no one else would be reading along. Turned out the universe has a sense of humour. Thanks for reading everyone! I’m floored. And incredibly honoured to know you.
Dating Tips for the Feminist Man was originally housed at the Media Coop, and is archived here
Do you love speculative fiction and social justice? I Cipher is a speculative fiction novella that deals with the transformations our planet is undergoing, and the inverting and undoing of cultures of domination. It calls for ‘turning inside out’ the rigid walls of white supremacy, patriarchy, capitalism, and colonization. Cipher is currently seeking an agent and publisher. Learn more about Cipher here.
Do not republish anything from this site without express written permission from the author. Contact me at email@example.com if you’d like to propose a collaboration.