So, where have I been for the past year?

Working on this story, partially, learning the ins and outs of Adobe Illustrator...and well...the subject matter of the first chapter scared the shit out of me!

The story in its whole is historical fiction but the sinister bootlegger of chapter one is based on a real person who died 2003 but whose actions have hurt people long after his death. The same stupid old ideas about addiction and sexuality that allowed him to act in silence have taken their toll on me, too. I did not know him in his youth, but psychology tells me that he was not born an addict or a predator. He was shaped into one by the same demons he inflicted on others, who inflicted those demons on others.

When did it start? When will it end?

Don’t we deserve better?

This is not 1755 but Acadie is still suffering, just in a different way.

I have looked at third generation feminism on social media for an answer...well, the closest thing to an answer but as time passes, I see two camps (feminists and men’s rights activists) less interested in changing anything than winning some kind of pointless game of “my gender has it worse”. God! Do I ever cringe when I hear feminists unironically say that men can’t be raped. Both the incel who thinks women’s issues won’t affect the men in her life and the radfem who laughs at male rape survivors like that won’t affect the women in their lives seriously, but SERIOUSLY need to STFU about Simone de Beauvoir, male disposability and other fancy books, scale down their intellectual ego and check the meaning of the words “family”, “relationship” and “society” in the dictionary.

We’re all in this together.