Words, words, words

I’ve had a productive but busy day. I applied for several jobs today. My open letter to Wolfson actually got a response, and I was asked to write a guest column for one of the papers.

I’ve spent all day writing 2,600 words about that bastard and how he should not be crowned king, and how men of a certain age still believe that women are at fault for the sins of men.

I tried not to get too indignant. No names or jobs—nothing about the accused that is remotely identifiable. Just the basic facts and why we need Wolfson out of office and to prevent his coronation in lieu of election.

I did a pretty good job, I think. It obviously needs editing, but I don’t know. We shall see. I won’t believe it’s actually being published until I see it.

But I’m pondering the age thing with me. It is always men who are on the boomer/Gen X line. Like, pure Gen X thinks it’s impossible for that case not to be prosecuted. But those older Gen X like {D}—they all think it was my fault for being in the situation in the first place.

What is the line of slut-shaming? Is it just their age? We live in a world where sexuality and sexual expression are celebrated. There should be no shaming.

I feel like I’m still always going to be seen as just a whore. It’s something I for a while embraced, but no longer. I’ve basically stopped having sex except for LawyerBoy, and I didn’t even do that when he and I were dating.

This whole thing has changed who I am so significantly.

I don’t know where I’m going with this thought pattern. Maybe it’s best to discuss another day. Modern sexuality is a renewal of the Roman era. I wrote a paper on Roman sex acts once. Caligula is all I have to say about that. Great miniseries, by the way.

The anniversary is on Monday. I was supposed to spend the weekend with LawyerBoy, but his mom had a TIA and he flew home today and isn’t sure when he is coming back.

I’m supposed to phone bank for Alexis Hill for governor (she is the Dem running against Ford) on Friday. Maybe I’ll make a friend or something. I don’t know how to make friends, so it is unlikely, but I can hope.

So I have to make it through this alone this weekend. I hope I make it.