#SoSS No 3

Review of my favourite posts of the week

This is the first Saturday in ages that I have had the chance to sit down and write a Share our Shit Saturday (#SOSS) post. Partly because over the past few, very busy weeks, there has been little time for reading. Finally this week, I have had the chance to catch up.

My picks of the week

For the first time in ages, I have read all of the Wicked Wednesdayposts this week. The prompt 21 really got the creative juices going, in terms of real life and fiction. One the most powerful was from Hey Mrs Robinson.  This is a new blog find for me and I am now catching up on some of her previous posts. In the Wicked Wednesday post Mrs Robinson describes the long road taken before she and her husband finally got together. A painful journey of death, abuse and assault.

Another interesting post was from Sub Bee who gave her thoughts on her sexual experience of race. Our upbringing in terms of location and parental influences have far reaching consequences on our view of the world. Bee discusses the race aspect of the images we see on the net as well as being propositioned by those claiming to have a BBC (big black cock). Something I too have encountered and not been even slightly tempted to follow up. The post has me thinking too about the number of young, slim women we see profiled. Versus those of my age, I think that is a post waiting for me to write.

Bee’s post  inspired by a couple by Cara Thereon which are worth a read. I however want to point to another, about the level of outrage being expressed at the moment. About people getting out of their trees about stuff that annoys them. In the process they go on the attack. Shutting down views and conversation and not reading or listening to the views of others. We women, quite rightly have plenty to say right now. But not at the expense of being mean to each other.

I have been lucky not to experience sexual abuse from a partner or boyfriend. This was helped along by meeting my husband when I was a child. We started going out when I was only 15 and married at 21. I have only had 3 serious relationships in my life. Hy recounts an early experience of abuse from a boyfriend when she was 16 and he 19. This reminds me just how lucky I have been in my life and how future relationships are affected by past experience.