*Intro: The past four days, I have facilitated a Winter Writing Retreat in Northern Michigan at a location that holds a special magic with magical women. Writing. Sharing. Laughing. Crying. Together, we've shared both familiar adventures and new. The snow was deep, almost as deep as the writing we shared. As each woman opened veins with their pen, we were brought together as only writers can be in such a short time together. I love each and every woman who was at this retreat, and as they shared, my rage built against the people in their lives who caused them pain, who made them doubt their worth, and who did their worst to make them small.
On a cold afternoon following a sharing session, I stomped my way down an ice covered path to write in the full-sized teepee. Fire blazing inside. Comfortable seats. Wind blowing against the canvas. Smoke escaped upwards as my rage built inside of me against the specific monsters who have hurt these women, and the monsters currently hiding in plain sight. I have no doubt that their days are numbered. The fallout from the Epstein files is not going to just vanish. Though the predators in our country are doing their best to distract and nonchalantly whistle their guilt away, the women here and around the world are not going away.
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HUNTING MONSTERS
My friends do not understand their value. In their desire to appease, to not rock the boat, to possibly have the "Aha moment" of discovery and recovery with their antagonists, they sacrifice themselves over and again. They would never expect this from others or accept it for a friend. They would roar, rage, and protect; but they cannot do this for their own safe being.
I want to hunt down their monsters and tear away their disguises, showing the world the evil behind the public chicanery. I want the world to acknowledge their falseness and burn them at the stake. For every lie, illicit word and touch, each gaslighting manipulation, slap, threat, pinch, and forced sexual act- add another log to the fire.
I want these monsters, hiding in plain sight, to stand in front of their black mirrors and reflect honestly on the images. I want them to feel the damage, pain, and shame they've avoided all these years while their victims fought to survive, blamed themselves, and clawed through recovery.
We have already won, because we are gathered here, sharing and healing; but I want the other side of the coin as well.
There must be accountability.
We must be believed.
They must be held to the flames, their falsehoods burned to ashes.
We will rise from these ashes stronger than before to reclaim the world, and the world will be better because of it.
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