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Nevertheless, We Persist: #BOAW2017 The #GirlBoner Edition!

Nevertheless, We Persist

She was warned.

She was given an explanation.

Nevertheless, she persisted.”

One woman dared to stand up,

revealing her sacred spaces,

her divine strength

and defied the rules

and the man

who tried to silence her.

“She was warned.

She was given an explanation.

Nevertheless, she persisted.”

Each woman has

her journey to make

Her stand to take

Her words to speak

Her love to share

In each of us,

a sacred space

belonging to us,

and to us alone.

She was warned.

She was given an explanation.

Nevertheless, she persisted.”

My own sacred inner space

pinging and zinging with truth

when I first heard those words,

spoken by a man,

from his patriarchal privilege,

as decree and judgment

upon a woman who dared

to call out a man,

echoing another woman

who had once done the same.

As women, we are often warned.

We’re given explanations.

We’re told, from the time we’re tiny girls,

that we are to follow the rules,

not step beyond the bounds

society made to envelop us

our lives,

our sacred selves,

our voices,

our bodies…

And the power of

Our sexuality.

Nevertheless, we persist.

Innumerable warnings,

from blatant to subtle,

told me I must

play “second fiddle” to men.

I made a good show

The “dutiful daughter”

But inside,

I was subversive,

sacred,

a sexual being,

just waiting to come

out and show myself.

I was warned.

I was given an explanation-

“Why buy the milk

When you can have the cow

For free?”

Nevertheless, I persisted

in believing

that I wasn’t a cow

That I had more to offer

As a wife

than my virginity.

I persisted,

Despite explanations

And warnings

Persisted, and insisted

that I had the right

to self-determination.

I was warned

I was given explanations

from the time I was a tiny girl,

to follow the rules,

not step beyond the bounds

made to envelop me

my life,

my sacred self,

my voice,

my body…

And the power of

My sexuality.

I was warned.

Nevertheless I persisted

in becoming

More than labels –

Daughter

Lover

Wife

Mother

I persisted until

I became wholly myself

So that I could look at my own

tiny girl of a daughter

and see the seeds of

a woman freed

From the warnings

and the explanations

A freedom that persists

And insists that

she simply

always be

Herself


This post is part of the Beauty of a Woman BlogFest VI – #GirlBoner Edition! To read more entries, and potentially win a fun prize, visit the fest page on August’s McLaughlin’s site between today and 11pm PST March 11th.

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Air #StaD Kifo Project for May 17

Welcome, friends! Come in, and let me tell you a Story A Day, all May long…

In June and July, I’ll be drafting two new Kifo Island novels. I know something about 5 of the 6 point of view characters, and I’ve got a sketchy idea of the plots – but I need to learn more about these people and their stories.

So, in May, I explore. Every day, I’ll follow the prompts in A Month of Writing Prompts 2016. I’ll play while moving through my planning efforts. Some of these stories may become part of the eventual novels, but my goal is to invite these characters to show me who they are and what they want – and how their lives fit together to make a novel.

I’ve been writing my story each day, but I slipped behind in my posting. I’m hoping to catch up by the end of the day, and finish the month out on time.

I continue with May 16, following the daily prompt, a story Inspired by Real Events 

Week Three is our Rescue Week  – some easier prompts that offset the challenges behind and still ahead.

This story is based on a local happening from a few weeks ago. A man at the trailer park where my brother and his family live was playing his music too loudly, and, when the manager went to speak to him, a fight resulted. The manager strangled the man, who died a day or two later. I’ve been disturbed ever since that people kill people, sometimes, for reasons that are trivial, and certainly not worth a life.

I translated this event into a story poem for my character Ubunta, and an attack on her for singing.

Warning: This story is rated PG-13 for life-threatening violence.

Air

Air.

Ubunta struggled.

Big hands choked off her air.

Big body pressed her down.

She needed to breathe.

She could still hear music.

She felt its echoes.

Was this how she was going to die?

Why?

All I was doing was singing.”

There was no air to say it.

No voice.

No way free.

Struggling wasn’t working.

Heart pounded mad discordant beat.

Lungs shrieked, “Inhale! Inflate!”

She couldn’t.

Couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t get free.

Couldn’t live without air.

Even a little.

Air.

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The Sands of Sacrifice: #JusJoJan Day 13

Welcome to Day Twelve of Just Jot it January, where, for a month – well, we jot. Whatever. However. Wherever. Whyever. It’s graciously hosted by Linda G.Hill

Today’s prompt, “sacrifice comes to us courtesy of ME – Who Am I?

No big explanation today – just that, as always, I don’t own them; it’s more like they own me. No money cheapens this love.

Sacrifices

I

kneel

helpless

on these hot

ancestral sands

Where once I knelt

As a child, with a child

Now I’m a woman and he a

man, but not the man I desire.

“Well, what do you want to do?”

Such a simple query for his people

“That is irrelevant.” I spoke my truth.

He couldn’t believe, wouldn’t accept.

“It’s very relevant.” And his truth

Somehow also became mine

I left duty behind me to

Embrace forbidden

Emotion.

 

I stand

helpless

Wearing her

father’s robes

As she sacrifices

herself on the sands

For what she believes

Is her fault, her duty

I should stop her.

Save her.

 

“Marry him?”

Shock uncushioned

No false control or decorum

No ritual, custom, law, necessity

His people say, “Love conquers all.”

And I have seen for myself that they

Believe it. He believes love must be

At the root of all things, all joinings

But his love is an alien force here

Kneeling on home-sands

I hold his love within

A small comfort

As I accept

My duty.

 

Still

I stand

Helplessly

As she’s breaking

I can feel wide fault lines

Shaking her bedrock strength.

Only I know the price she pays

That it’s her penance her prison

A year? Ten? A hundred?

A lifetime surrendered

For her mother’s

Future.

 

For more context, insight, feels, laughter, and tears, watch “Home”, here, and/or read my original IDIC Romance stories, “Promises and Choices”  and “Views of A Wedding”.

That’s it for me…find more jottings right here!

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Scattered and Cloudy: JusJoJan Day 6

Welcome to Day Six of Just Jot it January, where, for a month – well, we jot. Whatever. However. Wherever. Whyever. It’s graciously hosted by Linda G.Hill.

Today’s prompt, “Clouds”, comes to us from Geoff Le Pard at TanGental, who’d love a visit! Pop on over and say hi, if you’re so inclined.

Cloud

When I told my daughter that today’s word was “cloud’, she said, “What are you going to write about him?”

To her, this is what -or rather whom – Cloud means.

I, on the other hand, thought of the clouds she asked me to cut out of paper last week, so that she could write inspirational phrases on them, and hang them, along with moons and hearts, from her ceiling. Now she has a swinging array of thread-secured pretties.

OK, perhaps it’s just coincidental, but I’m listening to “Welcome to Night Vale”, and a fictitious and unknown Emily Bronte novel was just listed – The Flippancy of Clouds. Reminds me of The Importance of Being Earnest.

Sunset at the South Jetty, Florence, Oregon, circa 2000.

Anyway…

I also thought of pictures I’ve taken of clouds, and of the Simon and Garfunkel song, “Cloudy”, and this poem that I wrote on October 1, 2015, for OctPoWriMo Day One:

October clouds over the New York State Museum, Albany, NY, circa 2014.

Full Moon Clouds

We step out the door,

My girl and I

for our nightly walk.

Full moon night

After an eclipse

And a skyful of clouds.

The silver moon

Glows like a nightlight

Seen behind frosted glass.

We walk and talk

My girl and I

Illuminating spirits.

We sit in the front yard.

In our camp chairs

And watch the clouds.

“They look like snow

When the wind’s blown it

Into little hills and valleys.”

“Or the surface of a brain

If you flattened it out

And it was white, not grey.”

It’s about more than clouds

This time that we share

More than full moons and walks.

It’s about connection

Little moments holding hands

And sharing secrets.

She’s growing up fast

This girl of eleven

Will soon be a woman.

She’ll live her life grown

On her own terms

With clouds we don’t share.

Our walks will be memories

These hand in hand times

Sharing secrets beneath cloud blankets.

What we’re weaving tonight

While clouds roll above

Is the fabric of her future self.

Lone Star Geyser with rainbow, near Old Faithful, Yellowstone National Park, circa 1998-9?

Well, these thoughts are scattered, cloudy…like a song, or pictures, or a dusky-white wild stallion, or pages culled from last year’s dictionary, snipped and shaped and hung from the ceiling of an girl nearly eleven and a half years old…

And that’s all the cloudiness my nocturnal and wearily cloudy mind has to say about that…find more jottings here!

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Unguarded: The IDIC Romance Advent Calendar

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Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope it was filled with love, laughter, sharing, and so much joy that it flows out from you and embraces others.

To help with that, I’ve created a special Advent calendar. It’s non-denominational and didn’t stop on December 25. Instead it goes on giving for the rest of the month. It also espouses the concept of IDIC – Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations. 

Each day, you can open a new flash fan fiction story. These are freewritings – rough and imperfect; I only correct for spelling and grammar. Read one, read some, read them all – suit yourself!

At the end of today’s story, you’ll find a holiday bonus – two more stanzas of The Night Before Christmas, courtesy of Fallon Brown and Erin Zarro, our resident supernovae of comments and encouragement – these ladies love TnT with a fervor I find – well, highly logical and most agreeable.

Enterprise Advent 26

OK, briefing time:

  • Spoiler zone ahead! Don’t read these posts if you don’t want series spoilers, or even spoilers for other parts of The IDIC Romance, because things will be revealed, and I don’t like spoiling…I’d much rather delight.

  • The base art for the calendar elements of this post was created by Annalise S. Burton, and is used with permission and compensation.

  • I don’t own Trip, T’Pol, or the franchise that conceived them. These stories are offered as a gift, without expectation for any compensation. Of course, comments, rhapsodizing ramblings, and honest feedback of all kinds are always welcome!

  • This story is rated solidly R for sexual content. You’ve been duly warned!

And now, to the calendar…..we lift the tab… and find…a lot more about what Vulcan bonding can be…but can Trip handle the truth?

Advent Unguarded

They were falling and flying, carried away on the waves of pleasure and ecstasy, the feeling – every time they made love now, it was stronger….Trip could feel her, feel what she felt, and it was so intense that the borders of self were uncertain, like an unstable warp field or a variable equation…

But this was different. As they crested, crashing into each other’s bodies, frantic with orgasm, T’Pol opened –

Wide –

All the way – her whole self, her soul, bared, quivering, wanting –

Wanting -?

“Never and always touching and touched…..let us be one….” She didn’t speak out loud, and the thought wasn’t in words. But he knew –

She held nothing back, and she wanted – needed – him.

All of him.

But he was human, chaotic, emotional – he could hurt her in ways he’d never suspected.

If he opened to her, gave her everything, joined with her this way, she’d know how messed up and imperfect he was. She’d never be able to pretend –

Would she still want him?

Did he want this?

She was his wife – but this was so much more than that, more than being bonded –

This was everything – and it was unnatural…

She trembled and needed – open, vulnerable – and Trip pulled back, hid from what she offered, as though he didn’t know what it was.

In the quiet of their room and the desert that embraced them, T’Pol began to cry.

Will Trip keep hiding?

Why is T’Pol crying?

Is this as far as they can go?

What’s next?

Drop me a comment, and I’ll add a paragraph. The more comments, the more paragraphs I add. So go ahead – give me something to keep me busy!

And now, as promised, two more stanzas from The Night Before Christmas

For context, after some hijinks involving stuffing socks that aren’t as innuendo-laden as they might sound, not-so-secret Santa Trip has come back to his quarters to find mistletoe and an unwrapped T’Pol awaiting him.

For a second he just stared,

“How’d you know to do this?”

But she only tipped her head.

“I believe you owe me a kiss.”

Trip grinned at her as she stood there.

“You know, I think you’re right

.But then, there isn’t any hurry – 

Pepperpot, we’ve got all night!”

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Family, Part One: The IDIC Romance Advent Calendar

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Merry Christmas, everyone! May it be filled with love, laughter, sharing, and so much joy that it flows out from you and embraces others.

To help with that, I’ve created a special Advent calendar. It’s as non-denominational and doesn’t stop on December 25 – and it espouses the concept of IDIC – Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations.

Each day I post a flash fan fiction story. These are freewritings – rough and imperfect; I only correct for spelling and grammar. Read one, read some, read them all – suit yourself!

A note: Today’s story is another two-parter…it’s long enough to serialize! Yup, it’s an extra-special Christmas treat! Find Part Two here!

Enterprise Advent 25

OK, briefing time:

  • Spoiler zone ahead! Don’t read these posts if you don’t want series spoilers, or even spoilers for other parts of The IDIC Romance, because things will be revealed, and I don’t like spoiling…I’d much rather delight.

  • The base art for the calendar elements of this post was created by Annalise S. Burton, and is used with permission and compensation.

  • I don’t own Trip, T’Pol, or the franchise that conceived them. These stories are offered as a gift, without expectation for any compensation. Of course, comments, rhapsodizing ramblings, and honest feedback of all kinds are always welcome!

And now, to the calendar…..we lift the tab… and find…a discussion of Vulcan pairbonding?

Advent Family

Trip sat back on the comfortable couch in Ambassador Soval’s private study, his good arm pulling the quivering woman close to him. She wasn’t going to hold out much longer without a helluva lot more contact than this, that was for damned sure – but she’d already rebroken his arm, tonight, and Phlox had cautioned them against trying to meet ‘Commander T’Pol’s telerotic needs with purely physical methods’…

But they were stuck; that was the problem. Stuck in cultural and physiological differences, and the things her people had made into something to be ashamed of…

Things she needed.

The Ambassador strode in, bringing a sense of calm – to Trip, anyway. Against him, T’Pol’s whole body tensed, and her mind became less porous. Trying to be what her old boss would expect of a Vulcan, Trip thought.

“Please be as you are, T’Pol. The cause is more than sufficient, and no one else will enter this chamber unless you or your bondmate request their presence specifically. I grieve with you both; the death of a child is a sharp pain that knows no ending.”

T’Pol seemed almost to sag into him. Trip felt his way to her fingers, and offered her the ouz’hesta. Her hand was shaking – desire, and more. She felt so much, and so deeply – she wouldn’t stop feeling the effects of the last two doses of trellium for at least the next few hours, and that’s if she didn’t want him to go back for more – but he was almost sure she would.

“Ambassador Soval – I don’t know how to help her through – this. I’m hoping you have some ideas -”

He didn’t know what he was asking for, not really. Maybe clarification – just to know whether he could really be what she needed. This bond – she hadn’t even known she could do it; hadn’t expected it any more than he had. Now they were locked together as mates – but he was still human, and not telepathic. “Can I – can a human – be what she needs?”

You are what I need, Trip.”

“That’s sweet, pepperpot – but what if I’m not? What if I can’t be?”

“May I interject?” Soval looked from Trip to T’Pol, and back to Trip. “T’Pol may lack specifics, Commander Tucker, but she is correct. Without prior knowledge of bonding, the process that bound you together was by necessity involuntary -”

“That’s what worries me. If you’d been in the know, T’Pol – if you could’ve chosen – ”

There’s no other. There has never been another. There’s no other choice I would have made, Trip. You are my t’hy’la.”

“Commander Tucker, it will be helpful if you can release the precepts that guide your own species’ mating practices. I understand that you are generally at liberty to choose a mate who is in harmony with you, although I find the parameters of such harmony most vague.”

“So do most of us, so I’m not about to try to explain it to you.”

Soval let that go by without answering. “It’s different, among us. There are reasons for the bonding of children. In nearly all cases, this practice allows the growing minds to form an affinity that may, in time, become a strong pairbond, but will, at the least, ensure that the mated pair attends to one another’s needs.”

“But that didn’t happen, for her and Koss.”

Will Soval offer useful information?

Can Trip be what T’Pol needs from a mate?

Can T’Pol be what Trip needs?

What’s next for our newly engaged couple?

Will there be a wedding in the not-so-distant future?

Want more? You’re in luck – this story is continued in Family, Part Two!

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The Night Before Christmas: The IDIC Romance Advent Calendar

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Happy December, everyone! May it be filled with love, laughter, sharing, and so much joy that it flows out from you and embraces others.

To help with that, I’ve created a special Advent calendar. It’s as non-denominational and doesn’t stop on December 25 – and it espouses the concept of IDIC – Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations. 

Each day I post a flash fan fiction story. These are freewritings – rough and imperfect; I only correct for spelling and grammar. Read one, read some, read them all – suit yourself!

A note: Today’s story is a little different…it goes back just a bit in time, so that, chronologically, it should be placed after Questions and Queries, but before Never and Always”. I just couldn’t resist the chance to let Trip play Santa, so I indulged myself!

I’ve heard that Santa has three more paragraphs each of “Never and Always”, Parts One and Two, courtesy of our supernova commenters, Erin Zarro and Fallon Brown, with a musical assist from Dale Cooper…but you’ll have to wait to till local midnight to open them!

Enterprise Advent 24

OK, briefing time:

  • Spoiler zone ahead! Don’t read these posts if you don’t want series spoilers, or even spoilers for other parts of The IDIC Romance, because things will be revealed, and I don’t like spoiling…I’d much rather delight.

  • The base art for the calendar elements of this post was created by Annalise S. Burton, and is used with permission and compensation.

  • I don’t own Trip, T’Pol, or the franchise that conceived them. These stories are offered as a gift, without expectation for any compensation. Of course, comments, rhapsodizing ramblings, and honest feedback of all kinds are always welcome!

And now, to the calendar…..we lift the tab… and find…a bit of fluffy Christmas fun!

Advent Christmas

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas,

and all through the ship,

a blonde elf was stirring –

let’s call him Trip.

No stockings, just socks

he’d stolen away

from the main laundry

a couple each day.

The crew were all snuggled

in their bunks fast asleep.

With T’Pol on the Bridge

the night’s watch to keep.

Captain Archer gave Porthos

a scratch on the ears

and yawned, “I feel like I

could sleep for twenty years!”

T’Pol’s sharp Vulcan ears

caught a strange sound

The unexpected noises

Of someone moving around.

She hurried to the Situation Room

and turned on the display

that would show any threat

that might be headed her way.

The ship was all quiet

just as it should be

except for one blonde human

in Cargo Bay Three.

With wondering eyes

she took in the strange sight

of Commander Tucker buried

Nearly up to waist height

in a tangled assortment

of mismatched socks

And small colorful bundles.

He held one labeled “Phlox”.

He took up a long striped garment

“He must wear ’em up to the knee,”

the Chief Engineer muttered

to himself most illogically.

“I’ve got one for Phlox, and Hoshi,

Travis Mayweather, Malcolm Reed,

The Cap’n and Porthos –

T’Pol’s is all I still need.”

She’d lived among humans

so was less than surprised.

Still she wondered of what this

curious mission was comprised.

The pile shrank until he said,

“Well, that’s about all.

Now to figure out how to charm

the socks off T’Pol.”

From her perch on the Bridge

T’Pol watched him below

And wondered what gifts

To her sock he’d bestow.

Trip thought and he thought

while stringing lines of twinkling light

and eighty-two makeshift stockings

on this Christmas Eve night.

T’Pol considered as she watched

this human Christmas elf

who gave so much to others

asking nothing for himself.

He shouldn’t be alone when

the appointed time came

the only one aboard

with no gift to claim.

She went to her console

a bright gleam in her eyes

intent on learning how to create

her own Christmas surprise.

Trip surveyed the cargo bay

his elfish work nearly done

Pretty lights and stuffed stockings

All hung up – except one.

Would a Vulcan even care?

Could she even understand?

For sure there wasn’t much logic

in a starship Christmas wonderland.

She was unsure she saw the point

But then, that was often true.

It didn’t really matter because now

she knew just what she would do.

Trip hid his grin as he saw her

with her pretty bare feet

she said she had a headache

only neuropressure could treat.

T’Pol helped him search for his lost sock

while her own feet were still bare.

They searched the Ready Room

but didn’t find it anywhere.

His foot felt kind of funny;

he’d stuck it bare into his boot.

He’d lost a sock but he had hers

so any discomfort was moot.

T’Pol set about her mission.

There was much that she must do

to be certain that when the time came

There’d be presents for Trip, too.

The next day the Cap’n gathered

the whole crew in Cargo Bay Three

they had carols and eggnog and stockings

No one seemed to miss the tree.

T’Pol never looked so pretty

than with his star barrettes in her hair.

He played his new harmonica

still wondering how his sock got there.

When he got back to his quarters,

There was the best gift of all.

A hanging bunch of mistletoe,

And beneath it, an unwrapped T’Pol.

Will T’Pol reveal her secret?

Will anyone else catch on?

Will they make good use of that mistletoe?

Where did the gifts come from?

What happens next?

Drop me a comment, and I’ll add a paragraph. The more comments, the more paragraphs I add.

Remember, Santa’s got six new paragraphs from “Never and Always” loaded up on his sleigh…after midnight, you can find them here!

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