job description

As a reminder, here is a list of the many jobs I perform here.

1. Empathic listener
2. Unlicensed clinical therapist
3. Metaphorical sledgehammer
4. Inventor of important and necessary concepts (such as metaphysical blackmail and quartz palace reflector syndrome and ockham's plaid underpants)
5. Jew
6. President
7. Frontline solidier
8. Acupuncturist
9. Feminist gangster
10. Making fetch happen
11. Reader of anonymous screen caps
12. Self-published author
13. Personal assistant to Judy Shakestown
14. For several years, I've been in complete charge of pretty much everything in my life. There's certain things that you just can't have control of, sir.
15. Professional lister
16. Garbageperson
17. Meteorologist
18. Cunstronaut
19. Robomod
20. Blogger
21. Informal correspondent to the white house
22. Zookeeper
23. Meta-content generator

important shit, fuck famine and social justice

I am seriously fucking out of cocktail forks at this point.

In some buried comment thread in a near dead post, I wrote that I am feeling overwhelmed and that I feel like I am not even fucking safe in my own space.

Aaaaaaaand....cue tumbleweeds.

TUMBLEWEEDS.

I am saying that this space--over which I have complete control--is making ME feel UNSAFE and UNVALUED. I am fucking sick to a thousand deaths of protecting everyone else and making this blog safe for everyone except ME.

I. feel. un. safe.

And the community into which I have poured and stabbed all of my cocktail forks day after fucking day is silent.

Where is the social justice for me?

I cannot keep exhausting myself and all of my resources, my husband's disposable income, and your income--disposable and indisposable--to make this space safe for you and get NOTHING in return.

Does anyone respond on that buried thread? No. Instead my inbox is fucking FLOODED--INUNDATED--with people sending me messages like "Are you okay?" and "We noticed you missing on the blog--is everything okay?" and "What's wrong? Can I send you flowers or bake you a cake?" and "We miss you" and "We love you, Judith, hope you're okay."

WELL FUCK ALL OF THAT. I tell you that I am feeling fucking overwhelmed and you flood me with self-centered messages about how I'M letting you down and asking me to DO. EVEN. MORE. for all of you.

I am seriously, for real this time, this close to being this close to shutting the whole fucking thing down and pretending it never happened.

So, here's a fucking OPEN THREAD, since all you seem to want to do is fucking talk to each and ignore me. ENJOY, selfish, anti-justice warriors.