Monday 18th May 2020
Hi. Welcome! And thank you for taking the time to read this!
Whether you’re reading this because you’re with us from the beginning or coming back to it to see where we started, I appreciate it.
I had to think for a while about what I would write here. The first post. Worried I would go off on too many tangents, confuse you and ultimately completely fail to start on the right foot. This is basically my pick up line to you, a reader, so will I be obnoxious? Or sweet and endearing?
Not many people have called me sweet in my life so hopefully there is a first for everything.
so here goes…
Ballistic Mitosis is about freedom of belief.
So what is this blog going to be about?
I want this space to be about liberty of thinking, unrestrained discussion and questioning of the most common and basic things in life. A space for limitless realities.
I had to follow strict rules when it came to growing up and having to take care of myself because of a condition I was born with. In a world where the median shapes action, the individuals who aren’t part of the norm suffer because they are doubted or pushed aside because a medical diploma trumps personal experience.
And that is a really damaging concept.
I had to prove my doctors wrong before I was listened to. And if I didn’t have a mother that trusted me and supported me, I wouldn’t have had the guts to make my own rules.
So, this blog will be my lil’ adventure to independence in my own body and future. And I still have a lot to discover, so it will also be where I ask my questions, and express my doubts too. If you have answers or opinions, know they are welcome here.
What I’m about…
Right now, let’s say we are talking in label terminology, just to get a bigger sense of who I am through a language of cliches…
It’s only the beginning of the blog so I can develop and destroy these words later on, fear not.
Having said that, I understand that labels are needed for some and especially needed when understanding your own person. Because it guides you to realising how the world will see and interact with you.
But it really should only be used at the beginning of this discovery. Being bound to labels can be what leads you to portray someone else instead of being who you are.
so what are my labels?
woman: truest one. I don’t fight it although I do have unpopular opinion about the label cis woman, which I will unpack another day.
disabled: disagree. I cannot possibly explain how much I despise this label.
feminist: said to me as both an insult and a compliment. This is a very divided label and problematic umbrella term but it is not wrong.
communist: a highly dramatised version of my political beliefs, but not untrue.
bitch: I am less than apologetic about my attitude. Simple.
fiery: also true. I believe in fighting for everyone because we are just one earth and one life. And I believe in fighting with passion and with the heart. Not many people agree on that.
rebel: or purposefully contradictory, stirrer of the pot. Not necessarily untrue, but attributed more because of my truthfulness and simple opposition to follow the status quo instead of what I want.
crazy: a label mainly used in response or defence when the problem rarely was myself. You probably know what I think about this…
tease: a word used by men that didn’t know me, simple strangers. An indication of their assumption of me. But still my label somehow…
I truly hate summing things up, so I think I’m going to stop trying to. This was pretty random and I’m not sure this has helped you understand me more. This blog won’t be about one simple thing, it can be about anything and everything. One day I hope you will even suggest things to discuss that you want to read more about. Or even a place where you could post your story.
The options are limitless.
Hopefully you will want to read more…
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