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diddyrivera · 9 months

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additional resources to marxist feminism:

living a feminist life by sara ahmed

the rise and decline of patriarchal systems by nancy folbre

this bridge called my back: writings by radical women of color by cherrie moraga and gloria anzaldua

delusions of gender: how our minds, society, and neurosexism create difference by cordelia fine

close to home: a materialist analysis to women's oppression by christine delphy

(pdf) the feminist standpoint: developing the ground for a specifically feminist historical materialism

(medium) on women as a class: materialist feminism and mass struggle by aly e

(sagejournals) capital and class: the unhappy moments of marxism and feminism: towards a more progressive union

(substack) the marxfem pulpit by abigail von maure (earth2abbs on tiktok)

if anything else related to marxist feminism, just let me know :)

additional resources to eco feminism:

gossips, gorgons, and crones: the fates of the earth by jane caputi

parable of the sower by octavia e butler

neither man nor beast: feminism and the defense of animals by carol j. adams

bitch: on the female of species by lucy cooke

fresh banana leaves: healing indigenous landscapes through indigenous science by jessica hernandez

the intersectional environmentalist by leah thomas

right here, right now by natalie isaacs

feminism or death by francoise d'ealibonne

violent inheritance: sexuality, land, and energy in making the north american west by e cram

animal crisis: a new critical theory by alice grary

unsettling: surviving extinction together by elizabeth weinberg

land of women by maria sanchez

sexus animalis: there is nothing unnatural in nature by emmanuelle pouydebat

windswept: walking the paths of trailblazing women by annabel abbs

andrea smith - rape of the land

andy smith - ecofeminism through an anticolonial framework

carolyn marchant - nature as female

charlene spretnak - critical and constructive contributions of ecofeminism

heather eaton - ecological feminist theology

heather Eaton - The Edge of the Seat

janet abromovitz - biodiversity and gender Issues

joni Seager - creating a culture of destruction

karen warren - ecofeminism

karen warren - taking empirical data seriously

karen warren - the power and promise of ecological feminism

l. gruen - dismantling oppression

martha e. gimenez - does ecology need marx?

n. sturgeon - the nature of race

petra kelly - women and power

quinby - ecofeminism and the politics of resistance

rosemary radford ruether - ecofeminism: symbolic and social connections

sherry ortner - is female to male as nature is to culture?

sturgeon - the nature of race

val plumwood - feminism and ecofeminism

winona laduke - a society based on conquest cannot be sustained

if anyone has any other recommendations related to eco feminism, plz let me know :)

additional resources related to trans feminism:

the empire strikes back: a posttransexual manifesto by sandy stone

(chicago journals) trapped in the wrong theory: rethinking trans oppression and resistance by talia mae bettcher

(philpapers.org) trans women and the meaning of woman by talia mae bettcher

the transgender studies reader by susan stryker and stephen whittle

if anyone has other recommendations related to trans feminism, plz let me know :)

additional resources related to anarcha feminism:

the anarchist turn by jacob blumenfeld

we will not cancel us and other dreams of transformative justice by adrienne maree brown

burn it down: feminist manifestos for the revolution by breanne fahs

reinventing anarchy, again by howard ehrlich

anarcho-blackness by marquis bey

a little philosophical lexicon of anarchism from proudhon to deleuze by daniel colson and jesse cohn

joyful militancy by nick montgomery and carla bergman

wayward lives, beautiful experiments by saidiya v. hartman

we won't be here tomorrow and other stories by margaret killjoy

writing revolution by christopher j. castaneda

paradoxes of utopia by juan suriano

twelve fingers by jo soares

for a just and better world by sonia hernandez

if anyone has other recommendations related to anarcha feminism, plz let me know :)

#feminism #intersectionalfeminist #intersectionality #anti terf #anti swerf #womens rights #marxist feminism #eco feminism #anarcha feminism #trans feminism #queer feminism #pro lgbtq+#pro disabled #pro trans #pro palestine #pro sex worker

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ceceliaahathaway · 6 months

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Event: Her Year Absence Dated: 15th of March, 2024 Location: London, Spain, and a confessional. Characters: Cecelia Hathaway, Adam Carrigan, Eleanor Carrigan, Chelsea Carrigan, Alison Carrigan, and their dog Happy.

11th of December, 2022.

Her teeth sank forcefully into the flesh covering his shoulder blade. With a cry, she clung to the only certainty she had in that moment: he wouldn't let her fall. She convinced herself that her longing for a man had been dormant for too long and it was because of this fact, that she'd had broken her marriage vows in the middle of a changing room in the heart of Harrods. It had nothing to do with dark, expressive eyes, that gleamed at her with a level of intensity she'd never seen before. Or that his olive-toned skin could be both smooth and rough in all the necessary parts. OR that when his mouth met her own, her heart found its way so far into the back of her throat, she couldn't be sure if it was that or his tongue that kept her from forming a sentence in order to tell him, she couldn't do this. Shaking as she hit a wall she knew she'd never come back from; at least not today, Cece pushed her damp, warm and perspiring forehead against his own, "How about you take my number instead..."

12th of December, 2022.

She shrugged out of her cashmere sweater; even that felt tainted right now, as she waited for Father to address her on the other side of the confessional. "Oh, forgive me Father. For I have sinned. It has been 4 months since my last confession." She closed her eyes, once again returning to the Harrods changing room, as she let out a sigh (that had absolutely no place in a confessional booth), before shaking her head and forcing her trembling hands to still, "I have broken the sacred vow of marriage." The tears came hard and fast, as she found it difficult to even think of a penitence worthy of such a crime. But, this was God, as Father told her and there was no sin that he couldn't forgive if a sinner came to him with a truly remorseful heart. She closed her eyes and felt Ayaz' breath against her the nape of her neck and decided, not quite yet. "I'm sorry, Father." At least that part she knew was true. Time, is what she told herself she needed, prayers and time. Clasping her mother's rosary, she stood up and walked outside, her hand fiddling to find her phone and book a ticket to Spain before she'd even stepped back into the cool, crisp London air.

13th of December, 2022.

As the airplane descended towards Spain, the woman felt a mixture of nerves and anticipation knotting in her stomach. Through the small window, she caught glimpses of the rugged coastline and the azure waters below, a stark contrast to the life she was leaving behind. As the wheels touched the runway with a gentle jolt, a sense of liberation washed over her, mingled with the fear of the unknown. Would Adam take one look at her and smell Ayaz on her. She'd washed herself so many times since her skin still felt raw to the touch.

Stepping off the plane into the warm Spanish air, she inhaled deeply, savouring the scent of unfamiliar spices and the tang of the sea. The sunlight danced on her skin, casting a golden glow that seemed to promise a fresh start.

Navigating through the bustling airport, she marvelled at the vibrant energy of her surroundings. The chatter of unfamiliar languages; a reminder to finally learn the southern European language her husband spoke so well, combined with the colourful array of clothing, and the lively rhythm of Spanish music all served as a stark reminder that she was no longer bound by the confines of her old life. This would be her new start.

Did it worry her to leave her Vixens alone. Of course it did. But how was she expected to look after them when could barely look after herself or her own marriage?! They would be okay. She'd monitor things from here. She could manage that and Charlene had been warned.

After collecting her luggage and arriving at the car rental booth, Cece proceeded with a sense of calm familiarity. She had done this countless times before, and today was no different. Approaching the counter with a composed demeanour, she efficiently handled the necessary paperwork with the attendant, her movements precise and confident. "Yes, your latest model..."

Starting the engine with practiced ease, she merged onto the road with a steady hand, the hum of the car's powerful engine a familiar companion. As she navigated the unfamiliar route to her husband's Spanish villa, her mind remained focused, her thoughts occupied with the tasks ahead as she let SIRI guide her through unknown territory.

Driving through the Spanish countryside, she admired the scenic views with a detached appreciation, the beauty of the landscape a mere backdrop to her purposeful journey. Arriving at the gates of the mansion, she keyed in a familiar passcode with a sense of quiet resolve, her expression betraying none of the emotions that churned beneath the surface. Would he be home? Would he sense her fear? Would he tell her to leave?

She pulled up outside of the house. Shaking to the bone, as she climbed out, taking her small (runaway) luggage with her as she walked up to the large antique door and knocked hard. She'd try that first, before she was forced to croak nervously into the intercom speaker.

Fortunately for her, Adam had been crossing the hall and had stilled at the unexpected sound of a guest. Perhaps a friend; or worse, a boyfriend of one of his girls had decided to pay them a visit. Undoing his buttons and rolling his sleeves up to his elbows (an attempt to show a surprisingly amount of muscle that still remained for a man his age), Adam walked over and pulled open the door to see his wife standing there with a suitcase in tow. So, long had he dreamed up this image, he couldn't be sure he hadn''t simply nodded off on top of his desk again, "Cece, darling?" He watched as the blonde in front of him, let out a whimper as she fell against his chest and let out a while string of apologies. "My dear, what has got you so shaken.. come, come..."

He was too good for her. That's what Cece told herself. She did not deserve him, as he carried her upstairs to his bedroom and laid her down on top of the mattress, staying and wiping the hair from out of her eyes. What had she done?! She loved this man. Her whole heart was his. Why had she thrown all of this away just for one good fuck. God, it had been good though. No, NO, NO! She reached up, pulling her husband towards her, as she pushed her mouth to his and started pulling loose his shirt from inside his jeans. She needed this. She needed him. If he'd been there in London, even the Turkish's dark obsidian hues wouldn't have bewitched her. She blocked him out. Her focus now and forever on Adam, as she pulled him inside her and let out a cry of relief.

11th of March, 2024.

As she stood by the poolside, the woman exuded a quiet confidence that spoke volumes of the transformation she had undergone. Her once-short hair now cascaded in soft waves around her shoulders. It had been decades since she'd allowed it to cross over the top of her shoulders. The lines on her face seemed softened, reflecting the peace she had found within herself.

Her marriage, she once thought strained, had blossomed into something stronger and more resilient. There was a warmth in her eyes as she watched her husband across the pool, a silent acknowledgment of the journey they had traveled together to reach this point. Had she told him about Ayaz? No, but she'd justly made up for it. Not once had the Turkish man cross her mind and bed since.

Surrounded by the laughter and chatter of her daughters and their boyfriends, she found joy in witnessing their happiness. As she sipped her drink and mingled with the guests, there was a lightness to her step and a genuine smile playing on her lips. She had weathered the storms of the past and emerged stronger on the other side, embracing each moment with gratitude and grace.

She was ready now. Ready to go back to London. This time with Adam in tow. His business had wrapped up here. Both him, her daughters, and their new partners, and their new dog Happy, would be coming along for the ride. Now, she just needed the company of her Vixens again and her life really would be complete.

17th of March, 2024

She'd arrived early for mass, telling Adam she wanted a moment to catch up with Father Doherty and confession. Settling down inside the confessional, Cece grasped her mother's rosary once again, but this time far less tightly. Today was for just a few venial sins, cursing at someone who'd cut her off earlier, wishing a plague on everyone who thought it was okay to drink red wine with fish and out of a box nonetheless, and the brief thought of wanting to send Happy to a far away farm after he'd chewed up on of her favourite pashminas, she had nothing else weighing her down. "Oh, Lord I am sorry for having sinned against you.." She accepted Father's blessing, before she stepped back outside and hugged, Father who too had emerged. This was far from custom, but Father Doherty and her weren't just Father and patron. "I have missed you dearly, Father." She accepted his arms and fell into his fatherly embrace, before she pulled herself back and wiped a few tears from her face. After accepting his offer to have a more private talk after mass, Cece walked over to Adam who'd she'd just seen walk inside, along with their daughters and their partners, "darling! Darling I've got us our usual pew back."

Weight rested into Adam's warm chest, Cece let out a breath she'd been holding since returning to London. There had been no reason to worry. Everything was going to be just as it once were.

Little did Cece know, someone was in the process of composing an email containing several dozen photos of her and Ayaz just before they'd found themselves in that Harrods changing room together. As the Gregorian choir began to chant, the sender prepared themselves to hit the send button, directing the email towards Cece's and Ayaz' personal inbox. A simple message attached: send money or lose everyone.

#communicating via story #with herself

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