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Conversation With a Man About Subtle Man Bashing

 

“Domestic violence wasn’t seen as a serious crime until the 1970s. So, did we, in the last 40 years, address the beliefs that cause domestic violence? No. But now if you beat your wife you’re usually considered to be a bad guy. So what do you do, with all the beliefs that would lead you to violence, if violence is no longer an acceptable option? You use manipulation, and you use gaslighting.”

Hi Nicole, the above is a quote from that gaslighting article. The author uses the words “domestic violence” twice to start off which is neutral as domestic violence is not gender specific . But then she says “but now if you beat your wife” which gives off the impression to anyone reading that domestic violence never happens the other way around. In other words, seeing the world through a “men as perpetrator/ women as victims” lens.

It gives off the impression that most men in the past controlled their wives through violence and only after it was taken more seriously that they were forced to use other means like gaslighting. As if the average man believed that violence against their loved ones was an acceptable thing to do. It’s pretty clear to me she believes in patriarchy theory and has been influenced by feminism as they have been perpetuating these myths forever!

Thank you for allowing me to share. Again I want to say a big thank you for all the work you have been doing and the love and support you show to everyone including men! I’m sure you have noticed that it can be hard for men to stand up for themselves and speak out regarding women as they often end up being accused of misogyny. This is why it is nice to see a lot of women starting to speak up for men and boys who are struggling in this world because they can’t just be dismissed as “woman haters.”

 

I wrote back:

 

I so appreciate when people go under the layers of what looks obvious to find what else is there.

 

I am SO with you on “As if the average man believed that violence against their loved ones was an acceptable thing to do.” I agree that men, in general, want to treat their loved ones as the gold they know they are…and I think that when they don’t, their actions stem from a tangled, complex, multi-layered understory. I think that deep down, they are innocent…just like the women that get hit, the kids that cry, the other men that get hurt….We are all innocent. We are all blameless. And we are all responsible.

 

I think that pressure on men is underrated. They hold up so well. They keep on keeping on. As a “rule” they are “good” at taking care of their basic needs: they eat when they are hungry, sleep when they are tired…and this sometimes makes them look “selfish”. (Especially to women, who tend to take care of others first, and put off eating, sleeping, til they are famished or exhausted). Men focus on their work, and then get blamed for ignoring everything else. But they DO their work for “everyone else”…and do not get much thanks.

 

All the examples in that paragraph above are about our “lower” selves…our instincts and default ways of being.

 

They do not directly* serve the soul, they do not serve partnership, they do not serve Heaven on Earth. And they do not serve men.

 

But somehow our culture has got the idea that men are “better off”. I don’t agree. I don’t think ANYONE is better off. For every statistic…say, using your example…domestic abuse…yes, the numbers show that more men hit women. AND…more men commit suicide. Many women get cancer of the reproductive organs…and many men get heart disease and strokes.

 

The game of “who is worse off” is a compelling one, because there are SO MANY LOSERS everywhere…I mean so many tragic examples of people who got a shitty deal.

 

But I think it is men who most often “lose” the “who wins at losing” game…because: “privilege”. But no one talks as much about how men are disadvantaged.

 

And guess what, I don’t want to talk about it either…really…we could talk all day, arguing either side.

 

I want to see it change. And I want to help change it.

 

I want men to be and feel seen, heard, understood, cared about, helped, admired, thanked and celebrated.

 

I want to see everyone being regarded with respect and love…I just happen to be the kind of girl who especially want this for men. There are tons of other people out there who want it for women, animals, even aliens. And I say GO FOR IT!!

 

And I turn to men.

 

I want to know their stories, their traumas, their secrets. I want to know, so I can shine light and love in those dark corners and help them remember who they REALLY are. And I want to watch them energize, power up, get down to doing all the things they have a passion for…and find their own special something that only they have…and put it to work in the world. For everyone’s sake.

 

I think every man has the raw material to be a hero. I want to help him find, empower and LIVE that hero’s way. To epic proportions.

 

Why not, I think…WHY NOT.

 

 

*directly*…heh, this is interesting…I think our instincts, our lower selves indirectly serve the soul. We live according to these lower impulses…and they get us into situations where…we suffer! That suffering…eventually, when we have finally had enough…gives us the motivation to CHANGE. Thus, indirectly, our soul comes to be served… and partnership becomes possible…Heaven on Earth becomes possible.

 

Another footnote. You wrote, “This is why it is nice to see a lot of women starting to speak up for men and boys who are struggling in this world because they can’t just be dismissed as “woman haters.””

Sadly, women who stand up for men can and are accused of hating women. Of being gender over-emphasising, of being “behind the times”. So your support of MY support is precious to me, too. We are, I think, truly all in this together. I do all I can to love and understand and have compassion for haters. I would hate to be one.

 

 

everyone cares

it’s pretty cool what happens when i open my heart/voice/mind to someone who has faced the shit i’m facing, who is as sensitive as i, who has time for me, and the love and bravery to say what’s true for her.

here’s to you, ivan marko.

in conversing with ivan, she hit this beautiful chord of words:  everyone cares, really, deep down.

 

i’d lost sight of that.

because “everyone” also misunderstands, jumps to conclusions, is scared to ask hard questions, worries what people think of them, doesn’t want to be taken for a ride, errs on the side of caution, prefers to play it safe, judges before the evidence is all in, forgets to give credit where credit is due, fails to notice the truth, takes the easy way out, pretends to be strong when they are sad, blames multiple someone elses for their unhappiness, is waiting for the world to change, forgets how to feel hard feelings and think hard thoughts, is a sucker for love, wants to protect their image, worries that being generous wont pay, is embarrassed when they fuck up, gets jealous of others sometimes, forgets to tell others they care, uses careless language that leaves room for misunderstanding, assumes the worst of others, defers to others opinions, worries about rejection, thinks crying means you are weak, judges anger, is wary of power of any kind, has growing pains, and forgets who they really are…

…sometimes.

 

and all this hurts.  every time it happens. at least a tiny little bit.

and sometimes a whole paralyzing lot, especially if it’s another hurt piled on a pile of other hurts.

 

i have been hurt, and hurt and hurt some more.

and as a sensitive thing, i have been hurt when no one meant to hurt me, and then hurt again for hurting.

 

but everyone cares.  even when they don’t look like they do.  even when they don’t talk like they do. even when they don’t act like they do. and perhaps…even when they don’t think that they do.  and even when they think they don’t want to.

no one means to hurt, really.  when they do it, they think it is their only choice.

 

 

no one meant to hurt me.

too few people can accept that feeling hurt happens when you get hurt.  it just does.

it happens, and when it does, it lasts until it stops.  you can’t pretend it’s gone when it’s not.  you can’t make it go away before it goes away.  and when it’s gone, there is no need to pretend, not even an inclination.  and only the one who was hurting can tell.

 

all of us who care, let’s spread this truth:  healing happens when hurting has run it’s course.  hurting when you have been hurt is ok.  once it’s happened, it’s done. and…if we stick around (giving space, perhaps, but not too much)…it will pass.  and…

…it will become obvious…

that everyone cares, really, deep down.

 

 

Today I Met a King

I have found a way to love, Love, LOVE Stampede here in Calgary, AB.

Free Hugs.  Giving them on street corners on Stampede Saturdays.

That’s what I did today.  I was the last hugger standing.  I was in for something amazing.

The last man I hugged was covered in drywall plaster, a drunk – but not belligerent – French Canadian.  He was hungry for hugs.

He had one, and a few moments later, asked for another.  I gave it with grace. He asked again … and again.  I moved on.  He sat down for a bit, shaking his head and looking touched.

After watching me a while, he came over to me again, when there was a lull in the hug takers.  He thanked me for doing what I was doing.  He said it did him good.  I said, “you are welcome.”  And took a good look at his eyes.  He took a sudden breath in and put his hand on his heart.

“It hurts?”  I asked. He nodded.

And opened his arms for another hug.  Given.

“I work so hard he said.  And then I drink too much.”

“I’m so glad.” I said “… that you know this”.

He paused.  Held out his hand as if for a handshake.  I took it.  He lifted my hand and kissed it.  I thanked him.  He breathed in sharp again.

He looked at me.  I smiled at him.

“I’m a good man,” he told me.

“I know.” I said.  “You are a king”.

He breathed in very hard this time and tears started to run down his cheeks.  “My name, he said, “is Nolan.  Nolan King.  How did you know?”

“I had no idea.” I said.  “What your name was.”

He opened his arms and I hugged him again, more like a mother hugs a child.  He sobbed.

A while ago I could not have stood there with a sobbing, slightly drunk man in my arms on a busy street.

I am so glad that today, I could.

When he was done, he stepped back and looked at me.  “Your eyes are like an angels,” he said.

“Wow.”  I said. “What a wonderful compliment…THANK YOU!”

He shook his head.  “You are thanking ME?”

“Yes.” I said, and, because I was, “I am so glad I met you.”

His hand on his heart again, he said, “my heart feels so sparkly.”

“I’m glad.” I said.  “Take care of it, okay.  Get your crown back on your head, okay?  Stand tall.  You are a King … and your people need you.”

He cried some more.  We hugged some more.  Time was standing still.

I felt something shift.

“I’m going to go now,” I told him.  He nodded and we hugged one more time.  “Merci,” he whispered.  “Bienvenue,” I whispered. “A dieu.”

And I let go, and walked.  Free hugging was done.  I wondered at it.

Knowing I could not have done it a while ago.

Because a while ago I carried too much hurt my self.  A while ago I might have been too self conscious about what others think of me to have stayed the course. A while ago I might have taken pride for hugging a soul in need.  And that kind of pride would have changed things.

I am so glad I could do it.  So glad.  He needed it so much.  I trust he shed some sadness for good…I saw it running down his weathered cheeks.

I trust he will never have to shed those same tears again.  I realize there are likely more tears under that layer…and I hope, I pray, I insist … that he will find someone to bear witness to them, when the time comes.

I am not anyone special. I think we can all do – for each other – what I had the chance to do for Nolan King.  If we have shed enough of our own hurt, the love, compassion, intuitive knowing – of what a person needs – is there, underneath, and we are happy, so happy, to let it flow.

Sometimes I need someone to do this for me … hold space, reflect my self back to me … “It hurts coming out, doesn’t it? … I see your goodness … I see your divinity”.

And the tears course down my cheeks.  Opening the way for my goodness, my divinity, to shine forth for the sake of others.

Peace be with you Nolan King.

Peace be with you King Nolan.

Happy Stampede.

 

The cult of the world

I’ve had some experience with cults.

All my life in fact.  I was born into the cult of the world…people telling me what to do and when to do it, trying to get me to think like them, choose what they would choose, be on their “side”…or telling me I was “wrong.”

I was told I was in a cult on a few occasions.  I disagreed, but I saw their points.  I explained that I was where I was by my own free will and I knew I was free to leave when ever I wanted.

They still thought “it” was a cult.  (If I had been badly hurt, I might have agreed.)

I looked around at where they “were”… and saw advertising, politics, cliques, and idea-containers of all kinds.

It begs the question, “What is NOT a cult?”

Here’s my answer (for today :) :

A cult is when there is no us/them, no right/wrong, no good/bad.

A cult is when existence just IS.  No one is trying to “sell” you anything, or trying to convince you that they are “right” and you should change what you are/how you do what you do/what you think/how you feel….

A cult is when others are interested in you for interest’s sake, not to achieve anything.  They listen if they want to, and if they don’t…if they don’t listen it doesn’t mean they are against you…or that they don’t care…it just means they are doing something else.

And if they don’t want to listen…SAME THING.

And if they do…they just do.  Because it resonates…?  Or maybe for NO REASON.

And we go where we feel to go, where it resonates.  And we don’t go where we don’t feel to go and no one is offended or thinks we should have done X instead.

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

This post came up after I resonated with Terry Patten’s recent blog about cults.  He gives a definition.

 

I’d love to hear your thoughts.  I am interested 😉