Why I’m Not “Good People”

Jenny's Library

I’m not a nice person.

I’m not a good person.

I’m not a kind person.

This isn’t to say that I don’t ever try to be any of these three things.  I do, especially the last two.

It’s more to say that, for me, surviving in this cissexist, racist, ableist, heteronormative, classist, often fucked up world of ours has involved rejecting the idea that “good” and “bad” are static states of being.  I will never be a “good person” because, to me, “good” is not something that you achieve.  It’s an ongoing process that never ends.

It is, in fact, almost impossible not to be doing bad things as well as good when you are human and therefore flawed.  Especially when you are part of a messed up system, as we all are.

This, to me, is why it’s important to call out bad behavior, or hurtful language, or even…

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Flash Fiction Friday – The Relentless Wretch

Accidental Bohemian

Excerpt from The Diaries Of Debra Westlake

Have you ever had an unworthy adversary? A pathetic antagonist who strikes her jagged claws on you for no reason? Correction, this trouble-making bitch thinks she has a reason, but it isn’t valid; it’s just a feeble excuse for not admitting her own wrongdoings. One of my biggest pet peeves is when a self denying liar doesn’t acknowledge their own mistakes and failures. It goes up a notch when these insecure hacks refuse to take responsibility for anything they do. This crazy woman in particular blames others because she is not right within herself. You would think all women are born with compassion and nurturing qualities since they bestow the ability to bear children… while some women are considerate, some are just down-right poisonous—black plagues that feed on innocent kind-hearted souls with weak defense systems. I consider myself to be a compassionate person……

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