Growing Into Myself Hurts

Dang. Where do I begin... this journey gets deeper and deeper the farther down the road one gets. It happens to be a series of events and experiences topped off by this class on the sociology of sexual cultures that has my mind, body, and spirit blown.

I am just going through some type of anger process. Anger at culture for tricking me into believing me I have reason to be ashamed from a young young age. And even now, to have people judge me, call me names like whore, garbage whatever when they are mad, to have my daughters teacher judge her as having a princess complex, to my friends and family tell me what type of career is or isn't acceptable. What does MY heart say? What does MY body want? What are my desires erotic and non-erotic? Why do I have to choose an identity to label myself as straight, bi, gay, or just hyper sexual? Why do I feel bad for gaining a little weight this week? Why do I feel bad about cutting my hair and feeling fear that no one will be attracted to me now & that that might hold some kind of status for my well-being if I am not? What the fuck. This class has taught me about social construction and I am having my mind blown. Ideas that I took for granted are coming to my awareness and I am questioning them...

I want to be FREE God Damn it! Don't judge me people... let us be. Let me love who I wanna love, let me have intimate encounters with who I want to... let me honor my body and my life in the way I see fit, and when I don't... still leave me alone because I will find my way. If you love me, then let me be. Be there when I ask for help or I get confused or I need you to remind me of who I truly am inside without all the glitter and guts.

I'm choosing to let this anger unravel... this betrayal I feel from culture & society. Everything is make believe. Everything is socially constructed from what we think is right and wrong to what we believe we need to eat for dinner to what we see as sexy or not sexy. Moral or immoral. Good parenting or not good parenting. Im angry that I have wasted any ounce of my life on feeling bad about myself, or my choices. Because in the stillness of my soul, I know who I am. It has no words, no images, no plans... but it feels good and right and beautiful if there were words. I am learning that its ok to be and do what feels good and right to me. Its my job to navigate that, not yours. I happen to desire to be a kind, loving, and truthful person. So in order to do that... I need the freedom to just breath. The freedom to be as wild and as radical as my lil spirit wants to be (hopefully without getting arrested). The freedom to love and guide my daughter with my bestest intentions and thoughtfulness. The freedom to connect with people the way I know how and love. The freedom from social or moral restraint.

Thanks.