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AS A FEMINIST I’M ADDICTED TO WRITING, TO SPEAK MY MIND, TO MAKE MONEY, TO GIVE IDEAS, TO DRINK WINE & TO LOVE MAKING. YET I HATE SEX!

KEY TO MY HEART - "Follow a Writer's Dream."

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“Are dogs divided into hes and she is, or do they both share equally in hunting and in listening and in the other duties of dogs? or entrust the males the entire and exclusive care of the flocks, while we leave the females at home, under the idea that the bearing and suckling their puppies is labor enough for them to work? “_Plato {who came to the conclusion that it was a woman.}

As a friend of mine once said, as I get older I feel more talkative, opinionated, and bolder. I’m more in communion with both my inner and outer being, and especially as a person, as a woman and as a feminist. Yes, this statement will surprise my friends and people who know me. “I’m far from FEMINIST”, I tell myself, and everyone agreed with that even more.

I am a working mother of obligation, not choice. I am…

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Posted in Drama and Fiction story

AS A FEMINIST I’M ADDICTED TO WRITING, TO SPEAK MY MIND, TO MAKE MONEY, TO GIVE IDEAS, TO DRINK WINE & TO LOVE MAKING. YET I HATE SEX!

AS A FEMINIST I'M ADDICTED TO WRITING, TO SPEAK MY MIND, TO MAKE MONEY, TO GIVE IDEAS, TO DRINK WINE & TO LOVE MAKING. YET I HATE SEX!.

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AS A FEMINIST I’M ADDICTED TO WRITING, TO SPEAK MY MIND, TO MAKE MONEY, TO GIVE IDEAS, TO DRINK WINE & TO LOVE MAKING. YET I HATE SEX!

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“Are dogs divided into hes and she is, or do they both share equally in hunting and in listening and in the other duties of dogs? or entrust the males the entire and exclusive care of the flocks, while we leave the females at home, under the idea that the bearing and suckling their puppies is labor enough for them to work? “_Plato {who came to the conclusion that it was a woman.}

As a friend of mine once said, as I get older I feel more talkative, opinionated, and bolder. I’m more in communion with both my inner and outer being, and especially as a person, as a woman and as a feminist. Yes, this statement will surprise my friends and people who know me. “I’m far from FEMINIST”, I tell myself, and everyone agreed with that even more.

I am a working mother of obligation, not choice. I am a craftsman, reader, homemaker, hostess dinner / party at home, a jealous wife, and a little dependent on others to feel validated. However, I am a talker, a pioneer of fashion, a fashionista, a former model, a liberal blogger, and a follower and supporter of women’s causes, why my children and others to follow their dreams, and do not accept social conformity . To break the standards, even if it’s hot, and know that women and men are equal and we should not pretend to be something less or something better.

I like soap operas and movies in black and white, where men are strong, passionate, and a male, and women are delicate, fanci, and so fragile and soft.These sope operas and movies built what I am now, as I noticed things that grow out of fashion and shaped by the visions of women being slapped if missbehaved, men are the heroes, the importants and head and men house.

All the while, I identified more with the “fattale femme” who would impose themselves, to talk loudly, and laugh out loud, drink and smoke like men, and take care of herself and her children without a man to give her money or bossy her around. These women were the first feminist women that I have seen or read about. But then added, Matta Hari , Annie Sprinkle , Kathy Keeton ,  La Malinche, Jenni Rivera, and many more. I feel that most of them had great roles in the culture of feminism, but they never stopped being feminine and caring. For that they will always be heroes and role models I would emulate regardless other’s peoples opinions and views.

AS A FEMINIST I’M ADDICTED TO WRITING, TO SPEAK MY MIND, TO MAKE MONEY, TO GIVE IDEAS, TO DRINK WINE & TO LOVE MAKING. YET I HATE SEX!

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Self Love is the Killer for Self Hate

“Self love is the killer of self hate!” -@Tyrese

Here I have to put this message that I woke up listening to this morning, from this great actor and singer, Tyrese. He now has a book out called Black Rose. In this he basically says that VALIDATION is our enemy and agree. BE YOURSELF, LOVE YOURSELF!

EVA

-@Evelynbloggery

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“Selfie or Self Portait”

EVA
PHOTOGRAPH BY EVELYN RODRIGUEZ-LALLAVE/ “SELFIE QUEEN”

“There is nothing more satisfactory that create art even with you own pictures. When you put your imagination, creativity, and your hands at work, amazing things those happen!” E.R.L.

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Poem “In The Wild”

In The Wild

My heart sings in the wild open fields

of my mother’s land.

I hear the birds chirping,

they seem to be singing in high pitch

to me,

“You’re pretty. You’re pretty.

Pretty. Pretty.”

I turn around and look up at the trees

but I can’t see

a soul.

All I know is that there are gorgeous

wild birds on my lawn.

I do see a tiny frog called a “Coquí”

They sound like this,

“Cokee!, Cokee!

Coke, Cokee! LOL

At least that’s what I hear….

In the wild the trees are tall.

And I dance naked in the river,

a bad habit since I was a child.

I’m a feral wild wolf but I never travel in packs.

I’m a lonely soul. A wild soul

like the birds I hear in this miniature jungle I used to call home.

The one now gone, just as my mom…She is too long gone.

In the wild, I’m found. Yet I’m lost…

 

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The Wrong Side of the Bed

Today I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, got out of my bed with the wrong foot, stepped on my black cats tail, who ran like a crazy devil in front me, making me stumbled, I stepped on a hardwood floor’s crack leaned back in shock and broke a small hand mirror. And is not Friday or Tuesday the 13th is just plain Tuesday. Anyhow, I put water on my face and went back to  bed. After few hours a licking faucet walked me up. I had to pee. I looked down and saw no broken mirror, no floor cracks, and my cat was asleep like an angel on his small bed. Yet I did got up from the wrong side of the bed and with the wrong foot and I’m still ansious and depressed. I guess this waken dream was my unconsious cry for help or my mind was once again playing tricks on me….