in response to Anne Jackson's boobie post

FlowerDust part three post here: http://www.flowerdust.net/2008/05/19/my-thoughts-on-boobies-part-3affecting-other-women/

Why is it that whenever I read Anne Jackson's blog I get really angry? That I feel so glad I no longer have a home church. She is a great writer, credible, engaging and vibrant. I feel so sad to see that she has to justify many of her statements, but I know why. I grew up in a church environment and had the mixed benefit of eight years of religious education. Somewhere along the line I crossed to the other side of the looking glass. Maybe in 2003? 2004? I guess it is not a coincidence that lately I have been reading 1 Corinthians. (8:13 Therefore, if what I eat causes my brother to fall into sin, I will never eat meat again, so that I will not cause him to fall.)

Seriously. Grow up. Sentiments derived from passages like these are used to hobble the Church. The way that they are inferred among "Christians" makes me sick. There is an air about it that goes beyond an attempt at creating a world that is safe, and into keeping people mired in something that is inappropriately childlike, 30- and 40-somethings men and women behaving as though they were still pre-teen girls trying to hold in the rapidly changing world around them. Let go. Make mistakes and learn.


My Statements:
I have spent waay to much of my life justifying things. If I have to justify myself for you, then neither of us are being honest with each other anymore. Where did we go?
I live in Hollywood, Home of the Boobies. I love it.
I have some quality ones and enjoy celebrating that confidence.
I do not feel it was the Devil who created my body.
I also know my shape will not last, and decided to enjoy looking like a woman.
When men see another man walk into a room with a beautiful woman (and beauty includes fixing yourself up and wearing clothes that fit) on his arm, they see that man as a success.
I have a lot of love and patience for others and because of this I refuse to let small-mindedness hold me and you back. You are not eight years old. Stop going out in public in oversize overalls and Winne the Pooh t-shirt! Do it and I'll agree to fix my hair.

We're having a dinner party soon. Want to come?

So Early!

First blogger post, and I'm starting with a photo of half-knitted socks. But that's what a lot of my life has been like lately. Soft, smooshy and crazy with colors, but still in progress. I get easily frustrated with the in-progress thing, and know I should focus on the crazy colors part. When I signed on today, I went over to my old diaryland site and read through posts from a few years ago. I think I try really hard, and am about equally hard on myself. This girl needs to ease up! So there we have it-- the sock in this picture is actually complete in real life, with a second sock started. Much better in real life than in photos!

I have been frequenting the Ravelry "antsy" check in. Before Labor Day there were about 190 people being invited (I'm still in the 10,000 + range) per day. Now it's doubled to about 280 a day. The website said they had gotten in new servers. I can't wait to see what's going on in there.