Feck.

I've just noticed that I've cocked up three LJ posts... I posted at 8.25 last night, pulled it back into logjam for editing and suffered a heat-related badger incident by clearing the text and posting my next two LJ posts as updates to that entry.

The posting from this morning I'll repost later, but ( my extract from Charles Harness' "The Paradox Men" )

was replaced by ( the geek meme )

No Pity. No Shame. No Silence.

I'm linking (for the second time; see my previous post ;) to this message about breaking the silence of sexual abuse from misia that I found via ixwin's LJ. It's all over LiveJournal now, no doubt, but no apologies for adding to the linkage.

I've not personally been sexually abused (emotionally and physically are another matter entirely), but most of the women I have known well enough to perceive or be told of their experience, over the 46 years of my life, are survivors.

We live in a society predicated upon rape; silence and acquiescence collude in and reinforce that. Finding the strength to speak our pain and loss takes great courage, and should invite love, understanding and support - not disbelief, dismissal and more abuse.

No Pity. No Shame. No Silence.

Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Mousia

Yesterday there was a mouse head and a little pile of entrails on the patio. I suppose I should have disposed of the remains, but I regret to say that I couldn't be arsed.

Just now, I popped out to return Lilith's latest slowworm from the bottom of the stairs to the (relative) safety of inside the composter, and found a mouse head half way down the path. Oh, I thought, someone has been thwipping it, but no: the earlier head was still there by the patio table. The entrails? They're covered with (apparantly) masticating slugs. I hadn't realised slugs were carniverous...

I suppose we should celebrate the economy of resource the Denton sisters are expressing: in the Good Old Days before Lilietha, rodents were occasionally arranged into their constituent parts, but most often just, well, dead. Intact but dead.

No more.