Category Archive:People

My goal for this post is simple- If you take anything away from it, I hope it’s the fact that harassment against women is far more prevalent in every aspect of life than you probably think. I say this to you regardless of your gender. And, the “harmless” things you say and do on a day to day basis are not at all harmless, especially in the larger picture.

Every single day, a woman that you know is the victim of some kind of sexual harassment. At work, on the bus ride to or from work, at lunch, on her smoke break, at a bar or restaurant after work. It could be as simple and as seemingly harmless as a co-worker calling her “hon” in passing. It could be a customer who would rather talk to her décolletage than look her in the eye. Maybe it’s the stranger on the bus or train who deliberately brushes up against her, or uses crowded conditions to hide an inappropriate touch. Or maybe it’s that guy at the training seminar who, after a couple drinks at the bar that evening, asks her to smile so he can see where he’s gonna put his dick later.

I know lots of men and women who might say to a female that she’s overreacting or being too sensitive if she were to complain about the word “hon” or the guy staring at her breasts. But the truth is, she’s not. Even though, on their own, these types of incidents seem mostly harmless, added up into daily habits or things that people do without thinking, they become part of our culture, part of what makes the larger transgressions ok. Because once a woman gets blamed for overreacting or being too emotional about one thing, all her concerns start getting dismissed. And once one woman’s claims of harassment start getting dismissed, all women’s reports of this type of incident get called into question. There’s a phrase to describe this type of attitude towards women. It’s called “rape culture”, a culture where guys excuse their or another guy’s behavior as “not that bad”, or “joking”, or “just something that guys do”. Where boyfriends or husbands tell their girlfriends or wives that Bob’s a little crude, but he’s really a great guy once you get to know him. It’s a culture in which women must have been “asking for it” because of the way they dressed, or because they were in a certain place.

The problem is that almost every woman I’ve talked to for more than a few moments eventually will open up about an appalling situation they were in. Many of us have experienced multiple incidents over our lifetimes. Some face harassment on a very regular basis, because they’re a waitress maybe, or because they work in a male-dominated industry where guys think it’s normal to say off-color things about females and women are expected to put up with it or shut up.

This has lately been on my mind quite a bit because of some personal stuff I’m having to deal with from my past. In addition, the LAist blog ran a couple of stories about harassment on public transportation here in Los Angeles, and the number of women (I am one of them) who came forward to talk about what happened to them is appalling. Many of my guy friends are amazed at the prevalence in today’s culture. Isn’t our modern, enlightened society above and beyond this disgusting behavior? Shouldn’t women feel safe not only at home but also in the workplace, or at a restaurant? What about walking to their car? Riding a train in the middle of the day, not to mention at night? The answer is yes, but every time we excuse a “harmless” comment or tell a woman she’s overreacting to a situation, we’re empowering the part of our society that perpetuates this behavior.

Let’s talk about this. Ladies, if you have a story of harassment you would like to talk about, please do so in the comments. Guys, if you’ve experienced harassment I’d like to hear about it too! How have you all felt the impact of so-called “rape culture”, and what do you think can and should be done to stop it?

I never meant to live in California.

In fact, I argued against it for several years, while married to my first husband who had grown up out here. I met him in Louisiana, we lived together in Oklahoma, and he always wanted to move back to his childhood home in Ventura, CA. After a week-long visit in 1997 or ’98, I found myself afraid of moving here – it was too big, too dirty, too different for me. There were no trees! Not like in Southeast Texas/Louisiana and even Oklahoma City. I hated palm trees. I felt so out of place.

When I got divorced, I stayed for a couple months with a boyfriend, then had nowhere to go when we broke up. My dad offered to let me stay at his place in Costa Mesa, CA, and because I had no real choice, I accepted.

I had a hard time making friends at first, and finally made some through the Camarilla Fan Club (now known as The Mind’s Eye Society) of which I’d been a member for about 4 years before I’d moved. A year after I came to Cali, I moved into my own apartment in Long Beach with a roomie and fully began to settle into California. Eventually, I loved it, especially after meeting my current husband and solidifying many friendships.

For a while, I thought I would never want to move away from here. I mean, let’s face it – Southern California is known for its exceptional weather, and it’s no lie. Sunny, warm weather is the norm here, with some grey days in May and June and a sprinkle of rain in the winter. In all my time in California ( almost 9 years now) I’ve never lived more than 2 miles from a beach, and mostly I’ve lived only a few blocks from one. Mountains with beautiful, scenic views are a short-ish drive away, and the stark beauty of the desert isn’t much further. Las Vegas is only a 4 hour drive (if you drive like a Los Angeleno) and is a great weekend get-away – Adam and I have a time share property there. One of the most fun things about living in Los Angeles County is being able to identify all the locations in movies and TV – much of the Transformers movie was shot in L.A. and Dexter (which is set in Florida) is shot down the street from my house, for the most part. Songs, books, movies, and T.V. shows are written about and in and have settings in the Southland, and I find it fun to be able to identify so readily with them.

There are so many reasons to love La La Land, but there are plenty of reasons to hate it also.

  • high crime rates
  • pollution
  • over-crowding
  • grime caused by lack of cleansing rain and too much smog
  • the huge sprawl of the metro area, unbroken by nature or pretty scenery
  • the SoCal image
  • housing prices
  • etc

One of the things I’ve disliked about California for a long time is it’s lack of proximity to family. My dad and stepmom moved to Phoenix not long after I got my apartment in Long Beach. Step-aunts and uncles, and my step-brothers either moved with them or aren’t too big on visiting. My extended birth family is mostly in Wisconsin, with the major exception being my sister, who lives in Indiana. And my husband’s family, probably the best, most good hearted people I know, mostly live in Minnesota. Except Adam’s sister, who actually lives in Riverside, CA, which is far enough away from us to limit trips to visit to 3 or 4 times a year.

Lately I’ve felt a strong urge to connect with family again. To live close to a community of people who love us. Adam’s extended family is not only huge, but they’re truly wonderful people. I’ve said before that they’re the kind of people I never believed existed outside of classic television. Not that they’re unnaturally perfect or anything – but they’re honest, kind, warm, steady, non-crazy, stable folks who are family oriented and genuinely decent people. There’s not a mess of them in jail, none of them should be kept away from small children for safety reasons, mental disease seems minimal, etc. No one punched anyone else out at the family reunion a few years back… stuff like that.

So, when I started feeling the pull to be around family, Adam’s was the obvious choice for me. I truly like them. I think they like me, mostly. So we’re looking into it, and we have a very tentative plan to move out there after my Barbershop chorus’ international competition in October. We even have a good idea on where we’d live – a large house in the rural area surrounding Northfield, MN. In fact, we may be neighbors with Adam’s parents!

It’s a paradigm shift for me – I’ve mostly lived in large-ish cities or their suburbs. I’ve never lived on a farm, or on property with more than a fraction of an acre footprint. But I’m ready. I can’t stop thinking of it, of all the opportunities it opens, all the changes it presents.

It won’t be easy. It won’t be fun all the time (especially that first Winter and it’s attendant snowfall). But I think it will be a very good thing. And that’s what matters.

Here’s hoping for the future, and the best it can bring.

Do you have any big plans in mind for this year? Any game-changers in the works for you? I’d love to hear about them!

Lately there’s been an outcry about the case of the death of Trayvon Martin, a 17-year-old black youth killed in “self-defense” a month ago by George Zimmerman. Last week, The Sanford Mayor and State Attorney’s Office released 911 call recordings after first allowing the boy’s parents to hear them.

Trayvon Martin

Even in a hoodie, he looks like just a harmless kid...

I wasn’t a witness to this situation, and I don’t have any unpublished insider information, but what I do have is common sense. The 911 calls convinced me that, at the very least, George Zimmerman, the shooter, should have been arrested, investigated, and put to trial as soon as possible.

It  is my sincere opinion that Trayvon Martin was killed in cold blood, by an at-best-delusional, and demonstrably overly suspicious man. George Zimmerman, an Hispanic man and self-appointed captain of the neighborhood watch, has a long track record of calling 911 repeatedly and frivolously. The 911 calls released last week make it clear that the case is not a clear-cut act of self-defense as local police and the perpetrator have been claiming. Based on these calls and witness reports alone, the police are remiss not to have arrested Zimmerman and launched and in-depth investigation.

George Zimmerman's Mugshot

Something about his eyes makes him scary

Witnesses recount events including what sounded like a shot, then a physical confrontation and (what sounds like) Martin screaming repeatedly for help. 911 callers did not go out to help because they were afraid, which is understandable to a degree. But I believe neighbor involvement may have stopped the murder from taking place.

Martin’s girlfriend, unnamed at the request of her parents, was on the phone with Martin when the incident happened. She says that from his perspective, Martin became aware of a suspicious stranger (Zimmerman) following him through the complex, and that Martin tried to evade his pursuer and thought he’d lost the man. Instead, Zimmerman backtracked to cut him off. His girlfriend heard Trayvon ask, “Why are you following me?”

People who are attacking others, causing those other people to act in self-defense, do not scream for 30 seconds for help. That’s what victims do. This boy was minding his own business, walking back from the store on a quiet, rainy evening. He was then chased by an assailant and then shot, point-blank in the chest and killed, with no provocation on Martin’s part.

Think about this from the boy’s perspective. Many of us have experienced that eerie feeling of being watched or followed in an unfamiliar part of town. We may have hurried away, hoping to avoid trouble from a vaguely threatening stranger. If that stranger then cuts you off and shoots you dead, that’s unprovoked murder, no matter what delusions of suspected danger were floating through that stranger’s mind at the time. But this boy was black, and that made it OK for the Sanford, Florida, police to overlook his death and dismiss any claims of foul play.

Shame on the Sanford police for ignoring this. Shame on a community for hiding in their homes and not coming to Trayvon’s aid. Shame on people like Zimmerman, who demonize innocent people based simply on their race.

Aren’t we living in The Future yet? Aren’t we supposed to be past all this senseless violent crime and racial bias?

LARP, or Live Action RolePlaying, is an immersion storytelling event in which you assume the role of a character in an interactive drama. You create a detailed background story for your character, with strengths and weaknesses, goals and desires and personality, and a Storyteller creates a situation for you and other such players of characters to react to and with. It can be lighthearted or quite serious, scary or romantic. It is really whatever the players/characters make of it.

Clan Giovanni from the "Promise" game run in Los Angeles by OWBN

Freaky gamer friends from my favorite LARP group ever

I have been LARPing since about 1999, and my favorite game is the World of Darkness system by White Wolf Publishing. The World of Darkness, or WoD, encompasses several distinct games that share the same universe – Vampire: the Masquerade, Werewolf: the Apocalypse, Mage: the Ascension, and others. (Note: these are the “old” game names – a few years back, White Wolf rebooted their entire WoD universe and created the New World of Darkness, or NWoD, with games like Vampire: the Requiem and Mage: the Awakening.) I started with Vampire and moved through most of the rest of the games, at times playing in at least 7 sessions a month! I was a complete addict – the stories were fun to participate in and also it was a great social activity. After many games we’d all go to dinner together, and we’d have parties at each other’s homes from time to time.

For one reason or another I’d gotten out of playing lately. I suffer from Depression and that had something to do with it, but also most games are held at least 15 to 30 miles from my house (with some few being held as close as 5 miles away), and so it was a chore to get out every weekend to participate. I whittled down the games I was playing down to one or two a month, and then stopped going altogether. Did I miss it? Sure, every now and then. I missed seeing my friends more than playing the game, but over the years we’ve moved even further from each other. Some were up in Simi Valley, some out in Glendale, others in Riverside county, and yet more down in Deepest, Darkest Orange County. Although I live in a sort of center point to all these places, it just makes them equally far from me.

Strategicon

Visit http://strategicon.net for more info on this pretty awesome convention that happens 3 times a year near LAX.

Anyway, this past weekend was a local gaming convention that is held 3 times a year near the LAX airport. We have gone religiously in the past, but again had stopped going in recent times, mainly due to the cost of the convention. When I started going, the weekend pass was $30, and now it’s up to $50 per person. Still, we hadn’t been in a while, and my husband was interested in going, so we did.

I had planned to play some table-top roleplaying games (think old-school D&D, a bunch of nerdsgamers around a table with character sheets and dice, screaming about cheetos), but nothing on the schedule once I got there seemed overly interesting. I ended up spending much of the first day just hanging out with my computer and seeing old friends, and painting miniatures at the Paint-and-Take table.

tiny knight on a horse, painted metalic green with red accents

Here is my first-day attempt at paint and take. The figure is smaller than a quarter!

Some of my friends convinced me to come play the Vampire LARP that was one of the last ones I’d played regularly in, and so at 8pm I brought my old character sheet (still faithfully carried around in my purse even though I don’t play anymore) and prepared to make trouble. I wont go into the details of the game or my character, but suffice to say she doesn’t fit in very well with the group at large, though she does have some very powerful friends. Games in which I play tend to be interesting, to say the least. I forgot how much I likeed causing all that trouble, and so I quite enjoyed myself that night. And, some things happened in game that make it easy and important for my character to be involved in future games.

So, I’m thinking I might get back into it, a little bit.

I’m just hoping “a little bit” means 1 or 2 games a month and not 7ish. Hehe.

Do you play role-playing games or LARPs? If so, what’s your favorite character ever? How much of yourself is in that character?

I thought Edana would appreciate this…

What I really do pit bull meme

Hehe cute! (click for full size)

If you haven’t seen her blog about her life with Pit Bulls, go over and check out http://fourleggedmom.com right now :)

Remember last week how I blogged about Sally the Sea Unicorn, the toy I personalized and the story I wrote for my niece? Well, I shipped off the toy and some other gifts for my sister and my niece a few days ago, and they received the box today.

Here is a picture of Kylee with Sally:

She loves it!

Isn't she adorable?

 

My sister said the following in a text: “She’s been saying ‘swimmy!’ And Sally’s been swimming thru  my house for the last 20 min since she opened it :) loooove it! And I read the story to her as well … she looooved it! [....] She loves it… but she didn’t want to call u right now… she’s busy coloring unicorns!” Apparently my sister has been encouraging the love of unicorns as well – she bought Kylee a coloring book with unicorns in it for Christmas :)

For a quick link to the original story I wrote, here it is.

Yay!

I’m certain you’ve seen this by now, but its stuck in my head. A simple-sounding song, played cleanly and sung well. The catch? All 5 artists are playing music, on just one guitar, simultaneously. It’s pretty awesome.

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In Awe of the Ordinary

December 29th, 2011 / Tags: , , , , / categories: People /

Frequently I find myself in inevitable comparison to my peers. Most of the people around me, and in my age group, are so ordinary. And I don’t mean that in a derogatory sense, nor do I mean that they are boring. I mean, I guess, that they are quantifiable in some way.

One friend is a wonderful artist – she’s quirky (always wearing a cute cat-eared hat), beautiful (in her defies-conventional-beauty kind of way), super funny to talk to, and she’s into recreational drugs.  Another friend is a nurse – she’s a mother, caring and steady, and she loves her photography hobby. She’s dependable and practical.  Even my husband fits the bill – exceptionally smart, with a geeky sense of humor. He loves role-playing games and computer games and reading. He’s my anchor, and he’s an amazing web developer and computer programmer.

What do these people have in common? They know what they want to do with their lives and they have some sort of plan on how to get there. They have hobbies and activities in which they like to participate, but in general they know what to expect from their lives and their careers 5 years from now (barring something extreme happening between now and then – knock on wood).

I can’t even decide what I want for lunch, most days.

Not that I’m complaining – being eclectic means never having to say “I’m bored”. It means that tomorrow if I want to pick up balsa wood carving, no one will really bat an eyelash at me. If I’m trying to paint a seascape down at the marina, I won’t get many odd looks. I can pick up the collection of gemstone beads I put down 3 years ago and make a new necklace and people are interested in what I’m doing. Not too many people think I’m crazy for going from a good technical career in computers to going to school for photography.

My interests change, and that’s ok. I can’t pin down one path I want to follow, so I’m doing my best to pursue as many as I can when the fancy strikes.

I hope you’ll join me on the journey.

I’m KellyEclectic, and this is my story.