On this day where we celebrate the #1 Women in our lives, please remember how much work there is to do for every woman to be as loved as we love “mother”, whoever that woman is for you. Happy Mother’s Day.

I’ve been spending the afternoon reading about women and came back to the V-Day movement, reading about women of the Congo, reading about the women in Haiti, and the girls bought and sold in cities and far-flung nowheres in Asia. I don’t think that I will ever grow an emotional “callus” to hearing these stories and I hope I never do. But something in me has shifted, because before, when I would start to hear women and children’s stories about violence, rape, displacement, etc., I would tune out or leave the room or nod in some kind of solidarity and try to find out more on how I could help or do something. But now I want to listen. Listening is such an integral part in understanding, and developing, and doing.

There are hundreds of vids on YouTube about what’s going on in the Congo and all over the world. I will not choose one over another.

Women for Women International has been eye-opening.

Suggested reading:

Half the Sky: Turning Oppression into Opportunity for Women Worldwide by Nicholas Kristof and his wife Sheryl WuDunn.

Obsessive Love


It’s safe to say that by the time we’re adults, we’ve met that certain-someone that’s driven us up the wall — in a good way. You want to do everything for them, you want to make them as happy as can be in every way you can, you wonder what they’re thinking, you wish you could fully express just how much they make you thrilled to be alive…!

Or some such combination of these feelings.

Basically it’s all the normal flutter and glitter of being in love or in lust or in that shiny-new-partner phase with someone. Harmless, well and good. Eventually as we begin to meld into partnership with this person, in whatever it’s form — a serious relationship, an open-ended “thing”, a fling, a marriage, casual dating, etc — we learn more about this person and about ourselves. The strengths and insecurities begin to dance. Some people get scared or angry or whatever and break things off, others realize their love or whatever is solid and want to work on being together, and others are… well … dysfunctional psychopaths.

“If I can’t have you, no one will!” That classique cliche is rooted in some serious psychoemotional issues. Our friends at Enotalone have a very enlightening article, “The Obsessive Love Wheel“, where they detail the way obsessive love relationships progress:

Phase 1 – Attraction Phase: obsessor focuses on looks and wants to rush immediately into a relationship, holding little to no regard for questions of compatibility.

Phase 2 – Anxious Phase: obsessor must be in constant contact with their partner, based off of a deep fear of abandonment, and they begin to distrust their partner. They increasingly try to control their partner.

Phase 3 – Obsessive Phase: obsessor ramps up the control and monitoring behaviors, and develops a kind of tunnel vision, where everything in their life and actions surrounds the relationship they feel that they have with their partner.

Phase 4 – Destructive Phase: obsessor feels loss, a severe drop in self-esteem, depression, rage, self-blame, etc., upon being “dumped” by their partner.

If you’re in a relationship where you or your partner have started to exhibit signs like these or other unhealthy manifestations, seek help! See the following:

Love Addiction

Obsessive Love: When It Hurts Too Much to Let Go

Building Healthy Relationships, from The Safe

Ending Abusive Relationships

These are suggestions for ways to seek help, and not end-all-be-all answers to your unique issues if they are present. Look to your local resources, self-improvement/support groups, therapists, or hotlines for immediate help.


National Domestic Violence Hotline: 800-799-SAFE (7233)

Eminent Domain

Why do some people break and others yelling a raging FUCK YOU when pressed by the will of someone or something else?

In “Raging Love, for wherever you are“, the main theme of this story is engulfing. Flames engulf, obsessive love can engulf, compulsions, “ticks”, manias and money can engulf. Mia admits that eminent domain is a “soft spot” for her, as she doesn’t consider herself to be as villainous or greedy as her fellow rich-folks. Our friends at Wikipedia describe eminent domain as “is the inherent power of the state to seize acitizen’s private property, expropriate property, or seize a citizen’s rights in property with due monetary compensation, but without the owner’s consent.”

The other side of this is something 60 Minutes covered some time ago, where they discuss how the government and private corp’s can also take property for private use. Describing these uses as for the “public good”, the concept and process of eminent domain throws into question all our standard notions of ownership, not to mention how much control we have over developing or building our own environments. In my short story, a once artsy but largely poor neighborhood was slowly being eaten up by condos, in a more standardized and rapid version of “gentrification”, like the type we’ve seen in my native Brooklyn’s Williamsburg neighborhood. (Some more info on that here, if you’re curious.)

Tomorrow: More stories about exes, breakups, relationships that just won’t die even though they clearly have to, and neat (and safe!) tricks to do with fire. Teehee!