Leslie J Linder

Short Stories, Fiction, Non-fiction, Poetry

I will catch you up.

image “creature with two heads, one of a wolf, the other human, Woodcut, c.1495” Creative Commons – Wellcome Trust

Well, campers, it’s been a minute. I’m sure you will understand. After caring for and grieving the loss of both of my parents, one after the other, I took a bit of an involuntary hiatus from–well–nearly anything beyond basic survival functions. Those who have had bereavements will understand. At any rate, I’ve been writing again on the quiet for about six months now. My creative engine is still a bit rusty but I’m blowing the dust out more every day.

I am currently entertaining the SciFi “genre.”

Well, inasmuch as I ever stay within one genre. I’m a bit of a monster mash when it comes to that stuff. Interspecially speaking (yeah, I kind of just made that form of the word up–not sorry), I am an outdoor kitty trying to learn to do indoor kitty stuff. Writing rules included. I’ve tolerated their presence but I’ve scratched the shit out of all that tiresome, dense and ephemeral stuff.

I am shopping a novella currently which is in the SciFi genre. “Heart of the Chimera.” It is being reviewed by an editor at a press, having been fished out of their slush pile. That optimistic update aside, it is nowhere near a done deal.

Since November, I have been writing a SciFi series that I fully believe I will be writing for the rest of my life. Its working title is “Dark Matters.” That doesn’t tell you much and that’s cool for now. I’ll let you in on the secret when it’s further along.

I started it as a NanoWriMo challenge piece, and now I’m thinking it will be both a series of books and a television series pilot. It’s a sprawling, world-building tale and it has the legs to carry very long story lines. It’s an excellent playground for me, and it’s helping me to heal. Beyond that, it will remain in my manifold, magical shadows for now.

As little literary snackbites, I’ve been playing with some forms related to haiku. I’m particularly enthralled with the scifaiku form. I think, since I’m learning to navigate little toys like canva, I may experiment with creating haiku memes.

Keep an eye on my facebook page to see these developments. I will include one piece of work here that I created today, just before feeling inspired to dip back into blogging. So I will leave you with my love and just once beg your forgiveness for my many long months of feeling too heartbroken to bleed upon the page.

In peace and in pieces.

When it comes full dark,

glittering with moonlit teeth,

I will catch you up.

LJL

Mary Jane Hammill Carter (my mom): Eulogy

I’ve been struggling all week to know what to say about my mom. It’s going to be hard for me to say anything, so I know you’ll bear with me.

My mom was born Mary Jane Hammill on September 14, 1942, in Lincolnville, Maine. Obviously that means her birthday is this week. I think she would want us to celebrate rather than mourn and in that spirit I brought a cake that she would like. I also brought some of her jewelry so anyone who would like a keepsake of her can take something home. Anyone who knew my mom knows she loved to show off her sparkly and colorful things. She also was generous to the bone and loved to share. So I think all of this will please her.

Young MJ wrote for the town paper and aspired to break into other types of publishing.

So, back to Lincolnville. My mom was raised by her mother, Hester Calderwood Hammill, largely as a single mother and with a great deal of struggle. My grandma worked hard scrabble in whatever way she could, often cleaning summer estates and other upper-class homes around the Camden area. They lived a very stoic and simple life but largely my mom had blissfully happy memories of her childhood. For a large period of time the two of them lived in a little cabin built from a modified hotdog stand someone gave them. It was situated on a steep part of the base of Mount Megunticook, only steps from Megunticook Lake. The remnants of that little cabin remain to day and my mom periodically wanted to take a drive to Camden just to drive by it, point it out, and reminisce. Though they moved into Camden Village while mom was still in school, she always thought of that cabin as her childhood home.

Her childhood memories were of simple food and fare. They ate a lot of stewed beans and bread and potato stews. She had tea parties with her cats and toys behind the cabin. She had fond memories of pounding up and down the hillsides on her bike or running up the mountains, which she could apparently do in her youth with great ease. She would fill her tennis shoes with any good berries she found on her adventures and my grandmother would turn them into pies or jams. Though my grandmother was slightly socially outcast as a non-church attending (spiritualist) single mother, my mom sought out faith. She would attend church on her own from a fairly early age, walking to services on her own. Mostly Baptist, but she attended more than one congregation in her quest to find meaning. I should note that mom’s grandmother, mom and aunties were all avid spiritualists. They would often take my young mother with them on drives to Temple Heights spiritualist camp to attend meetings (and have some girl-time, pie, and coffee on the way). My mom’s youthful exposure to a mix of religious and spiritual ideas definitely stayed with her for her lifetime. She was very spiritually open and curious, and a person of great, unshakable faith.

Despite all this youthful fun, life could also be hard and scary. Finding a future for herself was tricky. She studied hard to distinguish herself and was valedictorian of her high school graduation class. The big excitement during high school was that the Oscar nominated film Peyton Place filmed on location in Camden during those years. Mom was already an avid celebrity watcher and had cultivated pen-pal relationships with several celebrities. I brought her scrap book today that includes lots of cast photos and news clips about the film.

In the second row MJ poses with other townie extras for the movie scene about a local parade.

The story of Peyton Place revolved around a girl about mom’s age at the time, feeling constrained by small town life and aching to break free into the bright lights and excitement of New York. Mom definitely resonated with that. Like that lead character in the movie, my mom was already writing for the local newspaper and trying hard to find her voice. She was active in debate and theater and other types of extra-curricular groups. She attended at least two Christian writer’s’ conferences during high school and I have letters from her correspondence to my grandma during those. They were her big chance to travel outside Maine and meet academics or professionals who might mentor her. She was successful in that and followed one such mentor to Philadelphia for a while after high school in order to work as a secretary and pursue her writing. She married her first husband during that time, which was not a happy match. Soon she was back in Maine, looking to recover. She always came back home to my grandma during those times in life. The two were as close and she and I have been.

Mary Jane involved herself in school theater, debate, future homemakers, and religious groups during high school.

Mary Jane worked for a while after her first marriage at the fish canning factory in Rockland, and when she could afford to she went off to college (Blackburn College) in Illinois. As an older student, already having been married and worked some jobs, she became a bit of a pack leader for her friends. To be more specific, she taught them how to do automatic writing and howl at the moon. She had a lot of fun in college and still managed to achieve well academically.

After another stint at home in Camden, the next foray into the world was to New York City, where she had long wanted to go (probably inspired by the story line of the similar leading lady in Peyton Place). While in New York, living in Brooklyn, she met and married my dad, Lyle Linder. They were both working at McGraw Hill in a department that edited and distributed college textbooks. Before and during my infancy they both worked in the city and traveled around upstate as well as Pennsylvania, distributing textbooks to colleges. While they occasionally rented a place, they spent a lot of time hauling a little camper around behind a battle-scarred Land Rover. My mom went into labor with my during one of those trips. Apparently I wanted to be born in Rochester (like Susan B Anthony), but they had a hospital birth in mind. Mom grit her teeth and sat on the spare tire, so I was forced to disembark the womb in Albany. I’ve harbored the resentment ever since, lol.

Unfortunately their marriage didn’t last, and my mom ended up returning to her home, and her mom, with me. In Rockport she took a job for her attorney’s office working off some of her legal fees from the divorce and ended up staying. A long time. Her career as a legal secretary later became one as a freelance paralegal specializing in real estate title searches. She worked independently for many attorneys and firms over about forty-five years. I’m sure some of you know her best from her professional life. She was meticulous about details in research and had a magical knack for understanding deeds and maps. She was always highly regarded for her skills in title abstracting and worked across Hancock, Washington, Waldo and Penobscot counties at various times.

Mommy and me. I think I was about four.

Those who knew her from work know she was competent, deadline driven, and dedicated. She spent hours in the registries of deeds and sometimes probate, pouring over the books before they turned into computer scans. Sometimes her assistants, which would include and occasional husband and at one time myself, would join her. At the courthouse she was always cheerful and friendly, doing the lunch or coffee runs and encouraging freelancers to eat together on their breaks. She was proud of her loud and eclectic style of dressing, which often included plaids and prints and casually half-matching socks in any given ensemble, and rhinestones added on whenever possible. She always dressed up for Halloween, which everyone came to expect, and, for an extended period in the winter of 2017 proudly marched into work wearing her pink pussy hat.

At home she was an avid gardener (though sometimes the garden planning worked better than the garden itself). She was a kind heart for animals and many strays were brought to her over the years from all corners. She always remained very open and enthusiastic about eclectic spiritual and religious ideas. Despite being open to so much, she always retained a rock-solid faith in God that seemed to remain the mix of Christian Baptist and Spiritualist that she gained as a youth. Despite several hard marriages and many years of economic hardship (often when she was the breadwinner and carrying many people through hard times), she dealt with anxiety and depression, but she was always a rock. She was always ultimately positive and optimistic. She always believed emphatically in good outcomes. In the years after health complications forced her into retirement, she stayed busy at home. She kept planning great gardens that I was largely inept at executing and she helped me to write as well as edit two books. She always had more plans for the future, right up to the end. She was always optimistic and energetic in mind if not in body.

College years

Since she passed, I’ve tried to rely on her advice from the past. My grandmother helped to raise me until she passed away in 1982. A few times in recent years, my mom told me a bit of what it was like to lose her own mother. She told me that despite the other people she had in her life at the time, it was devastating. She felt like she’d lost not only her best friend, but the only person in the world who really loved her for exactly who she really was. And it took a long time for this to fade. When she first started to feel a bit better, it was because she heard a minister read the bit of Psalm 30 that says, weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. Somehow when she heard it that day, she finally had the feeling that she was going to be okay. I can’t say that I’ve had that moment yet, although I’m trying because I know she wouldn’t want me to be sad. I know she wouldn’t want any of us to be sad.

Mom and one of innumerable rescues…Inka

I could talk about her forever, and I will, but for now I’m not sure what else to say, besides to reflect on her legacy. I think she is (can’t say was) the most loving, positive, sweet, generous person that ever lived. I still want her here. I think we need her. But maybe we just all need to be her. I think she’d like that. First, wear plaid with stripes and always mismatched socks. Rock rhinestones on everything. Be the person stray animals get brought to. Make the office lunch run even when you’re busy. Enjoy every holiday, every not-holiday, all the simple things, and basically every moment. Have big ideas. Believe in the basic goodness of life and of others even when bad things happen. Never give up. Never get bitter when it’s hard. Never, never, NEVER lose faith (whatever that means to you). Then…repeat. I love you, mommy.

On my dad’s birthday

Petting zoo I think. Omaha?

Today is my dad’s birthday. Still. I will always remember him on this day. The first year after his death I wandered into a United Methodist Church I’d never been in before to attend Sunday service while being given the side-eye by the regular parishioners and hearing a loud ringing in my ears. It’s gotten easier with the still-small number of years as they’ve passed, but I will always remember him on this day. Happy birthday, Daddy!

What follows is the eulogy that I wrote for his memorial service. I was in a total fog when I wrote it and likely incomprehensible when I attempted to read it. It’s probable that people who heard me deliver it that day didn’t actually receive the information that follows. Therefore, I decided it is about time to publish it in this form. To those who remember him, I hope you enjoy. To those who don’t, I hope you at least see the shadow here of someone you have loved.

Not sure where but exhibiting his rather characteristic recklessness

August 13, 2017

Lyle Dean Linder – June 9, 1940-August 3, 2017

My dad was a great minister. I think this became his calling because he wanted to keep learning all his life, and he wanted to learn what life is all about. For a boy growing up in the farm country of Nebraska in the 1950s, reading books and collecting knowledge was a highly suspect ambition. Unless you were going to become a minister. Such a noble calling was unassailable. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Dad and at least two of his close cousins became clergy. But, though he got to it in mid-life and may have picked it for convenience, as is so often the way, he still managed to find a true calling. One of the big truths that my dad seemed to discover was that a life of service to others also makes your own life much happier. He engaged in this service tirelessly. Only days before his death he was talking about volunteering at the nursing home, or in chaplaincy. So, he was a great pastor. But, he was also much more.

On the farm

My Aunt Nancy (Linder Boucher) remembers him as her big brother. He always protected his little sister and looked out for her best interests. As a boy, Lyle was insightful and intellectually curious. The extent of his curiosity and his impatience to get into the world was rather torturous for him at times. It made him restless—impatient with others, but mostly impatient with himself. One example of this might be a few entries in a diary called a “scribble-in book,” which he used at age fourteen, in 1955. I think he must have given me this journal when I was younger, perhaps in high school. In it, he offers a dire assessment of his own school work by saying: “My essay and my criticism upon my essay on Voltaire. The hideous part of it was, that this essay wasn’t hopeless—just undeveloped, raw like uncarded wool. Childish and puerile.”

Geesh, Dad. Daughterly eye roll. Actually adore it, though.

I found the scribble book on a shelf last year and I gave it back to him for his 76th birthday. He and Mary Ann and I had all met for a week in Cape Cod right in between his birthday (June 9) and Father’s Day. I gave the book back to him with the suggestion that he fill in the many blank pages. He never got around to it. Dad was interested in taking up writing—maybe a memoir or blogging, but he just didn’t get any traction on it in that final year. Perhaps, as he noted in the scribble book as a teen, he just didn’t feel like he’d landed on the proper subject matter. As he noted in ’55, “This journal is dull and lifeless, I wish I could somehow add some life to it.” Really, he wanted to add some more colorful and fulfilling experiences to his own life.

In his entire life he remained ravenous for experience. He took many certificates and degrees in graduate school and on his various sabbatical leaves. He enjoyed unusual vacations, cultural exchanges by hosting exchange students (especially from Japan), and pulpit exchanges to places like England and Northern Ireland. He toured his ancestor’s’ native land of Sweden late in life and met some of our distant relatives. Remaining somewhat fluent in Swedish from his childhood as a first-generation American, he loved for his whole life to attend Swedish heritage picnics and get fawned over by the little old ladies who loved to hear anyone speak their native tongue. This was the oldest trick in his book since he bragged to me that he’d learned young he’d always get top rung treatment if he asked the ladies for a cookie in Swedish rather than English back in his hometown region of Uehling (pronounced like eee-you-ling) and Oakland Nebraska.

Actually, this teen journal of his is pretty funny. Fourteen-year-old Lyle is preparing for a school field trip to Omaha and Fremont. The itinerary includes a viewing of a live television recording, a tour of a coffee factory, and trips to a Natural History Museum and a zoo. Lyle prepares for the trip as follows:

NECESSITES FOR THE TRIP SHALL BE:

A. Scribble-in book to record events of the trip.

B. 1 well-filled ball point pen.

C. 1 “brownie holiday” camera, loaded with the new kodak panchromatic film.

D. 1 billfold containing roughly one dollar (and I mean roughly).

E. 1 lunch box chock-full of delectable goodies (peanut butter sandwiches, Ugh).

F. My wristwatch (the better to make correctly timed entries in the scribble book).

In this journal, he does clearly walk around the museum, the coffee factory, the television studio, and the zoo (maybe the same zoo that deer pic was taken at when I was a kid…though in Lyle’s day he recorded the place as “a total flop”), his whole day he was clearly absorbed with taking meticulous real-time notes.

The trip was an important foray into the world, and young Lyle wanted to remember every moment. To me, the journal and it’s literally minute-by minute entries offers an exquisitely painful look at his intellectual impatience. He was in such a hurry to live and to learn. The entry concluding his field trip record reads, “Due to the soothing effects of a warm bath, I must succumb to a necessary evil which takes up too much of our short lives—sleep.” This zest for life was with him the whole time, as those who have known him can attest.

as a teen/young man

My dad loved to collect mementos of his daily experiences. Some he shared as gifts and many (many, many) he kept. He curated books, antiques, hats, cowboy boots, belt buckles, and bobbles of all kinds. He loved the little sayings that come on plaques for your desk or your wall. Two of the favorites that remained prominently displayed over the years were these:

YOU CAN ALWAYS TELL A SWEDE, BUT YOU CAN’T TELL HIM MUCH

BE PATIENT, GOD ISN’T FINISHED WITH ME YET.

I suppose these were insightful selections.

Lyle’s independence, intelligence, and love of life were always on display. They were traits he remained true to for his entire life. My cousins, Nancy’s daughters, offered some examples. Janet writes that she always knew him for his joyful nature, passion for knowledge and love for people. Joy remembered the time when we all went to visit their ranch in Idaho. Janet, Joy and I were just little girls. She recalls how, when they showed my dad the cabin where we’d be staying, he ran and leapt onto the bed like a kid. A grown man behaving like we would was pretty impressive to my cousins. I was used to it, and totally took it for granted.

Bladen Nebraska…July 4 and town Bicentennial or something I think. Dad loved parades and if he could borrow a parishioner’s horse, so much the better! I was riding one back there behind him somewhere. This was his prime time of rural ministry and Bladen was one of the three churches on his circuit back then.

I’ve said as an adult that my dad encouraged me to become a critical thinker and a creative communicator. He always made a point as a parent of speaking to me in vocabulary that he would use with adults. No baby talk or simplifications. Of course, that didn’t stop him from reading and re-reading my favorite picture books, like “Tubby and the Pooh-bah” and “How many kittens?” until I’m sure the mere sight of those books made him want to vomit. He’d try skipping dialogue sometimes but he was proud that I’d catch him.

Our free time together was always populated by fantasies. Especially time spent in the car. Our little orange car, which was called a Vega, became the “vamp vega” as my dad helped Daniel and I weave wild scenarios of a vampire family tooling around Atlanta, Georgia. “Vegetable soup” was a game in which the car was a pot for making soup, and huge pieces of sliced vegetables of all kinds were periodically tumbling down from the sky, threatening to crush us if we didn’t duck. We’d all take turns. “Oh, no! Here comes a carrot! A potato! Onion, my eyes!!!”

Atlanta. I hated my haircut lol hid behind the couch after it was first done.

There were running games involving space aliens, trying to figure out these bizarre humans they had come upon. And there was something about a swarm of bees. I think we were bees in our car, traveling in a swarm. All these games were extended improv sessions. Endless, really. We would drop them when we needed to and then pick them up again.

I’m not going to wrap this remembrance up in some neat and tidy way. Life doesn’t get wrapped up that way. So, like one of our improv sessions, I guess we’re done playing for now. At least, we’re done playing in the way we once knew. But, I know we’ll pick it up again.

Heaven.

Of fledgling books and hatching fancies

Hello intrepid readers! That is, if you had anything to read. Goddess, it’s been so long since I blogged. I apologize. I’ve been learning a lot about publishing here behind the scenes. It’s very interesting to watch my Spinstress book hatch from the eerie and oddly populated attic of my imagination into a real creature which has had the hands of many talented people upon it.

Now that my book is in the hands of the publishers, my job is more about introducing myself to the readers in the broader Llewellyn community. There’s a thing with writers where we can spend months or years working on a beloved project, polishing every word like a gem. Then, you ask us what the project is about and we shrug and say, “Oh, you know. Things.” So, yay! I’m going to practice on you! Thanks in advance.

Really, it’s not bad. I’ve been working on some blogs, podcast interview questions, short articles for in-house journals, and similar. It’s an exciting and interesting process, as is the process of fitting it into my busy days! But I love writing and so far I love publishing, too. Seeing the galleys and what the book will actually look like has been great. If you love work, I guess it isn’t work anymore. Mostly. But it still requires the budgeting of time.

The chapter headings are so cute! I didn’t help think that up at all but I’ve always been a sucker for a pointy hat.

In addition to book publicity I can announce that SageWoman Magazine is planning to switch my long-standing column on women and animals/nature (Child of Artemis) into a regular column more in keeping with the Spinstress book. Anne Niven, editor of SageWoman and Witches & Pagans, has provided a nice review (“blurb”) of my book for the cover and for the amazon page.

I don’t know what my new column will be titled but I have been working on ideas to give it that Spinstress vibe. It’ll be fun. I’m thinking self-esteem, glamour magick, sexual empowerment, feminism, history and general eccentric weirdness. The usual. But first, I feel like delving a bit more into said vibe for my regular supporters so you can know, at least as much as I do, what on earth I was thinking when I wrote a book on this theme.

Of course, the title “Spinstress” is detailed in the book. I sort of found it unintentionally. Mostly because the old concept of a “spinster” pissed me off sufficiently to make me want to put a ruby-slippered foot well up the ass of that particular stereotype. I think this whole wacky thing started because someone donated an “old maid” card deck to the domestic violence program where I work and I found it in the break room of my office one day. That particular set of cards had…a little accident…shortly thereafter, finding it’s way directly into the trash. Maybe.

Note that she is also on a “wheel,” “bone-shaker,” AKA bicycle. These conveyances came to be strongly associated with female independence in olden days, as a means of transportation that helped ladies get up to all sorts of things. See my previous blog for more info.

Anyhow, the “vintage” images being reprinted and called “whimsical” really boiled my tea. Of all places to leave a game that pokes fun at women who, for whatever reason, are currently or never identifiably attached to a male partner. I’m sure whoever donated it just didn’t even stop to think what the game was about.

But, this very thing is what drew my attention first to the deeply ingrained ideas about women that a game like this reflects. It denigrates women who earn their own money and otherwise assert enough autonomy to be single for some or all of their lives. Even if violence is one of the circumstances they are trying to leave behind, the cultural baggage is insidiously covert and also unrelenting. Commercials, cosmetics, churches, friends, coworkers, relatives…all too often casually reflect the idea that women who are single, at least for “too long,” have something to be ashamed about. I can say from loads of personal and professional experience that it leaves some women more willing to be with an abusive partner rather than face the terrifying specter of living for any length of time with none at all. This fear also sometimes makes women I work with more vulnerable to new predators if they recently did become single. My personal and professional opinion on all this shit is….

Hell, no.

That doesn’t work. Oh, while we’re on the topic of women, I chose to write this book using the spelling “womxyn.” I did so in order to open a door for anyone choosing to identify as such. It is still a book about womxyn and girls but I hoped to bend the binary a little more than is usually done in Neo-pagan/witchcraft books. That’s really all there is to the alternative spelling.

Yes, this set is vintage but they still make duplicate reprints. For “fun.”

The idea of reclaiming a culturally negative term is not new to witches or pagans since both of those terms have been reclaimed from the stereotypes of immorality, human and animal sacrifice, and various other forms of social or moral criminality.

Those of us who practice some magickal tradition, maybe under the umbrella of contemporary Neo-paganism, are very used to reclaiming terms that were once used to denigrate us. “Witch” is a perfect example. That moniker would have gotten you killed through most of western history and will still do so in vast regions of the globe. Yet, it came to be a term representing religious freedom and a return to nature-based religions in around the 1960s. That seems to have been thanks to the popular writing that emerged from England after their anti-witchcraft laws were repealed in the forties.

I actually think this is a beautiful image but…you get it. Margaret Hamilton.

As modern women began looking for religious traditions and beliefs that reflected both female equality and female power, feminism found witchcraft and the goddess during this same era. Witchy foremothers like Shekhinah Mountainwater, Starhawk, and Zsusanna (Z) Budapest built traditions of queer witchcraft, feminist witchcraft, and overtly political witchcraft that reclaimed both girl power and some of the best aspects of that old-time religion.

Many other words have been reclaimed by certain marginalized groups. “Bitch” is another one that I do use (both to celebrate and critique it) periodically in my book. Obviously not all members of any social cohort are all going to feel the same way about anything, including these words. In other words, some Neo-pagans or practitioners of feminist magical traditions dislike the term “witch” just as some modern womxyn find “bitch” disrespectful or offensive. Yet, pushing change onto these types of words does indeed seem to push change on the culture that uses them (often with lots of drama and blow-back along the way). Other words that have been reclaimed in this way by some members of oppressed groups (and definitely not by all) include “queer” (LGBTQ) or the infamous N-word used against African Americans, that still holds such a negative charge that I won’t even put it in print.

This take-back of words that were once tools of oppressors has multiple functions. It helps to remove that verbal weapon from the arsenal of haters. It can often help with the healing of the marginalized folk in question, and it stirs up heat on social discourse around changing old cultural tropes.

Okay, are we there yet? Yes. Here is the word I am reclaiming (or at least re-vamping…oooh, I like that. I’m definitely re-vamping.) in my magickal book. Spinster. I originally got the idea from Mary Daly in “Beyond God the Father.” She mentioned in that book and a couple of her others that “spinster” was actually a term connoting great arcane religious power. The goddesses found in several cultures who would “weave” the world we live in and our own lives were, you guessed it, literal spinsters. Daly alleged that the mythological and magickal power of the spinster archetype for women was another reason that this useful human profession became so culturally reviled. The goddess fates wove the destiny of humankind and the fabric of earth herself. Even amongst we mortals, the spinster was a self-sufficient, skilled, necessary individual with the power to turn raw materials into something we badly need…yeah. That had to go.

So, we’ve covered the bad old images but there are cool ones as well. In this project I take the approach that most of us are single for parts of our lives, if not all of them. This is great as long as we are in our authentic and powerful sense of self. Due to cultural and personal pressures not to be identified as single, we may actually find that we are afraid to relax and enjoy those portions of our lives. Even worse, we may return to a bad relationship or choose another not-great one in order to avoid that distinction. This is a shame because the very thing that can make us better and more successful in our relationships is the self-concept we build at all times, including when we are single.

Swedish screen siren Greta Garbo who never married, playing the infamous WW1 spy Mata Hari

I point this out in the book by showcasing the wonderful things womxyn in history accomplished while they were single. Some for a brief period and some for a lifetime. I discuss the brilliant theology, healing arts and music of Hildegard of Bingen. The humanitarianism and global politics of Mother Theresa. The massive star power of Greta Garbo. The brassy “on my own terms” sexual chemistry of Mae West (who actually hid her marriage for years because she thought being single worked better for her stage persona). The personal and social bravery of transgender artist Einar Wegener/Lili Elbe.

Marlena Dietrich rocking her gender-bending fashion in the 1930s.

This long-winded intro to the contrary, the book itself isn’t a his-story lesson. The chapters include topics that I hope will help womxyn (or the womxyn and girls in the readers lives) to enhance their empowerment along with their power. The book works a craft (spinstress craft) that includes self-esteem, glamor magick (glamoury), sex magick, making up, breaking up, metaphysical self-defense, financial independence, child-rearing, activism, creativity, professional ambition, ancestor magick, divination, and general witchcraft badassery.

Yes, as you can see from topics like sex magick and child rearing, there are men and boys in this book. The object of the material isn’t to “hate men,” as is so often associated with spinsters in the first place. The idea of the materials is to assert personal autonomy both in and out of other types of relationships. And the sex magick chapter is, frankly, hot.

I know I’ve already used this image but Marilyn always deserves a double take.

I’ve got a catalog of toys and tricks, including and expose of similar items going back through human history. I’ve got magick spells and meditations to be done solo or partnered. I’ve got book and website recommendations to find way, way more. Believe me, if you partner with a female-identified type person, you want her to have this book. I assert the following and you can do the research yourself…better relationships and better sex are found with independent and empowered womxyn.

Speaking of the sex magick found in this book, it can be done partnered or solo. Yeah, I said it. Self-partnering. You don’t need a partner for sex. The sooner all sexually active humans realize this, the better our world will be. Even within relationships, I feel people own a certain obligation to see to their own sexual needs (and this can be done without seeking partners outside the relationship if that’s the agreement everyone has). I have certainly seen every flavor of interpersonal carnage when this personal, sexual accountability is not the standard. Yet partly because we’re all frankly prudes when it comes to healthy sexuality, we never ever talk about this. Handing out condoms at social service agencies is great but at least a bunch of us should probably also be handing out stuff like latex lube (since oil ones destroy condoms) and vibrators. Just sayin.

Again referencing my day-job, I am sick to death of womxyn being treated as if our sexuality is some sort of devastating weapon that we as individuals are not competent to wield without oversight. I mean, it’s kind of the oldest story in the book. Who is keeping track of us so we don’t destroy civilization or allow humankind to go extinct?! Are we married soon enough? Long enough? Faithfully enough? Too many kids? Not enough? Do we partner with the right people? Are we “choosing” bad partners over our other female obligations or relationships? Are we destroying the social fabric, god’s laws or sundry other essentials by being either too sexual or not sexual enough? Inquiring minds want to know. Constantly.

Back to sex magick, spinstress style. This book will give you tons of resources to claim the sex life you want while being independent and true to yourself. Whether it’s about birth-control, toys, orientation and lifestyle, kinks and/or commitment can we please own our bodies and really decide how to live in them for effing Aphrodite’s sake?!

In the chapters detailing beauty and glamor (glamour magick), we play with all sorts of rituals and techniques to build our self-esteem. This is not fluff. Claiming your self-esteem is the same as claiming your self. Your power. Without a positive self-concept, you’re liable to have unreliable or unsatisfying magickal results (as well as life events).

The magick in the glam section isn’t all about being femme either. As Dietrich proved, it’s about being proud of yourself and allowing your own personal style glow. A lot of self-concept work, bound up with glamour magick, is to me about defeating personal fears.

Why live (or do magick) like an appliance running on corroded, sketchy batteries when you could plug yourself directly into the source? Positive self-concept is the source. It leads out into everything. It is not extra-credit. It matters.

For Hedy’s amazing story check out the documentary Bombshell: the Hedy Lamarr Story, by PBS.

In the glam chapters of the book I profile several wonderful divas from history including Hedy Lamarr, a classical Hollywood starlet (used as the original model for animated tropes like Snow White and Cat Woman). Far from a spinster (married six times), Hedy provides a great example of a woman who was single when it suited her, and always lived by her own rules.

As her side-hustle Hedy, just messing around, also invented the technology behind wireless, GPS, and blue tooth tech. Calling it radio “frequency hopping” she knew it could be used to interrupt or intercept enemy transmissions. I’m not even kidding a little.

To say she was a genius is an understatement. To say she was gorgeous would be an understatement too. Talk about beauty and brains. She invented many things as a “hobby,” and she donated the plans explaining this idea to the U.S. in order to help us win World War II. As the extra kicker she was an immigrant (Austrian, due to fleeing domestic violence) and yet lost her patent to the technology because of this act of patriotism.

Okay, she wasn’t actually single but, hey, she turned it into such a bankable concept that she pretended to be unmarried for years longer than she was.

I should note that the sections of the book typically reserved for the “mother phase” of the goddess do definitely go into parenting (for Q+ families as well), but hold space for womxyn not raising children due to circumstances including but not limited to personal choice. Alternative aspects to mothering like artistic creativity and social activism are discussed as aspects of the “mothering energy” as well.

The portions of the book dedicated to crone/elder energies deal with ancestor magick, grave-tending, collecting and working with consecrated (graveyard) earth, and many of the more typically witchy endeavors we associate with a book of this type. Also included here, however, are rituals and suggestions for owning our power and expertise in matters of career as well as family and magick.

No idea, honestly.

Okay! So, thanks for warming me up for all this publicity I’m supposed to be working on! I’m always looking to hatch some new ideas.

The actual book drops in July! In the meantime do something magickal. Befriend a wild creature, invent a new technology or work on your burlesque struts. I’ll try to write more soon!

Honoring MLK with a shout-out to African American intersectionality around Veganism…In other words, soul food.

My dad went to seminary late in life, taking on ministry as a second (third?) career. He got his M.Div. at Emory in Atlanta when I was about three through eight years old.

I do remember certain things about childhood in Atlanta. I spent a lot of time in preschool and Bible camp during the days. It was a very integrated environment and I recall being one of the few white girls at my particular preschool, since my father believed very much in making sure I had that type of experience of diversity. It was a value that I’m fortunate he had taken out of the sixties and given in at least some portion to me. My own M.Div. was earned at Vanderbilt in Nashville. As an adult I had another opportunity to really engage in dialogue (especially of a philosophical and theological nature) with a diverse student body. I bumped up against my own white privilege many ways, and acknowledge it to be an active, life-long process.

I remember from childhood in Atlanta that there, MLK Jr. Day is a very, very, very big deal. There and in the South and, I hope, in many other places, it is a holiday where people are encouraged to go out and do some public service as a way to honor his legacy.

Like Gandhi, MLK Jr. understood the connection between our treatment of other animals and our treatment of one another. Intersectionality goes back into the ancient times, and is by no means a remotely new fad.

That brings me to my own act of service. Though this is, unfortunately, not the most divisive or violent or racist period in American history, it is a pretty rocky one. As my own day of service in honor of MLK Jr., I wanted to offer this blog. Obviously (I hope), I am not attempting to speak for African Americans about this topic. I am trying to use what platform I have to push the issue out into our human system, for my readers’ consideration. I’m attaching several resources here. If you only do one thing besides read this blog post, I suggest that it be taking an hour to listen to this workshop on Uprooting White Fragility by Dr. A. Breeze Harper.

If you’ve read more than a couple posts here you also know I am a vegan. I first learned about Dr. Harper’s work because she has been a strong and leading voice about the racism of American food systems and about the intersectionality between human and non-human (animal) rights. Again, I am not the one to lead in this discussion but I strongly recommend Dr. Harper’s book on the topic called Sistah Vegan.

There are at least two big branches in this river of a conversation. One is food systems inequality and “the colonization of diet.” Or, as activists like Karen Washington call it, “food apartheid.” In this discussion our attention is called to the ways cultural diets, often more plant-based and certainly including more healthy and homemade foods, have been destroyed in the creation of junk food “deserts” where especially Native, African, Hispanic folks have very little access to fresh and healthy foods, and are incentivized (if not forced) to eat low value, low cost meals.

I’m not trying to say that no non-white cultures ate animals. We know better. But the removal of cultural, localized diets has deprived folks of the beans, grains, fruits, berries, and veggies that their ancestors lived off of far more than animal products, leading to better health and more balance in the ecosystem. Epidemics of diabetes and heart disease in these communities are exposed as another form of genocide when explored to their logical conclusion. In recent years grassroots activism like that of Dr. Harper has reached many non-white communities, and may be a reason that there are currently more African American and generally non-white vegans in the US than white ones. This, despite the common dismissal of the lifestyle as elitist, and/or an eccentricity of white privilege. A really good cookbook dealing with the decolonization of diet from a Native American perspective is this one, which all we residents of the Americas may find particularly interesting. PCRM (Physicians Committee for Responsible Medicine) also puts out free resources about Native American decolonized diet, and food desert activism, etc.

This conversation can be extremely fraught because speaking about food is every bit as heated as talking about other deeply indoctrinated aspects of our lives, like politics and religion. But, the even more tender aspect of this conversation is the contemplation of intersectionality between human rights and non-human (animal) rights. Many of us as women and sometimes men have been shamed, marginalized and bullied in various social settings by being called “cows,” “pigs,” “dogs,” “whales,” “hogs,” “monkeys,” etc. enough times to understand that it can feel like a default attack to be compared in any way to other animals. This applies much more so when you have actually been rounded up, transported, bought and sold or mass-slaughtered like other animals. Yet this is the recent and occasionally ongoing history of African Americans, Jews, Native Americans, any type of refugee immigrants (especially black and brown ones), and more.

“I think there is a connection between … the way we treat animals and the way we treat people who are at the bottom of the hierarchy.”

Angela Davis

The first time I encountered the intersectionality between racism and carnism (eating other animals), it was in the book, “The Dreaded Comparison.” I was most drawn to that book because Alice Walker, one of my fave authors, wrote the introduction and described her own reasons for vegetarianism. Since then I’ve found other resources like Sistah Vegan to be very helpful in becoming more aware of all the different aspects of dietary ethics that I had no clue about when I first became a ovo-lacto vegetarian and then, in 2011, vegan.

I’m not going to go into all the aspects of these issues because the wonderful, awesome, very accessible resources I am linking in are much better than what I could ever do. I am strongly suggesting that consuming some of this information is a very important thing for all of us to consider (food pun intended). Whether we are new to considering the intersectionality, the veganism, or anything in between it’s the job of the privileged to take on information about how to bring balance and equality. This applies to our relationship with the other living beings on the planet as well as other people. There, I want to get this info out quickly so folks have time to look at it on the holiday if they have that time free. If not, it’ll be there for you later!

Resources:

Dr. Harper is a great place to start at the resources already mentioned, her website and/or her first book Sistah Vegan.

The newest issue of VegNews is devoted to black veganism in the US.

A wonderful blogging family who are African American vegans raising a fam and keeping folks up to date on tons of vegan foods and resources are: This Infinite Life. Here’s one YouTube video of theirs, introducing their cookbook, to help you find them on their various channels.

PETA info sheet about civil rights activism and vegetarianism.

There are quite a few “vegan soul food” cookbooks out now, but this is the one I own so I’ll point you over here. I also like that the author Bryant Terry adds music playlists for cooking and eating every dish. It’s called Vegan Soul Kitchen. Bryant Terry also wrote the forward to the “Decolonize your Diet” cookbook I linked up above.

Circles of Compassion is a book of essays that came out of the World Peace Diet collective and deals with racism, heterosexism, sexism, and many other issues interacting with speciesism within intersectionality.

Turn on your heart light, turn off the gas light: POTUS 45 and coercive control. Breaking up is the most dangerous time (trigger warning domestic abuse, sexual assault)

This has certainly been a sobering and scary week. Normally I don’t post about politics. I avoid it because I see value in everyone’s opinions most of the time. The problem is, what is happening now isn’t “normal.” I don’t even feel it is particularly partisan anymore and I will detail the reasons below. Take it or leave it, cause here we go.

This week has caused me to contemplate some aspects of the Trump presidency that I engaged with in 2017 and then sort of set aside during the marathon struggle to survive this whole thing. I am enclosing my 2017 essay (once contemplated as an op ed) as a sort of “blast from the past” about the antics of this guy just within his first year of office. It’s imperfect. Maybe even a tad hyperbolic. I gave up on publishing it previously for those reasons. Yet, as I look at this dangerous time we are navigating now, I do think it’s worth a bit of review. Forgive the imperfections and feel free to use them as a springboard to create something better.

In 2017 I was making a case that as rare and powerful as a US President is, DJ Trump is at his core a plain and simple “batterer.” I know, you’re thinking a president couldn’t be. Yet people with these tendencies are often very smart and successful. The myth of the knuckle-dragging cave guy doesn’t serve us here. Nor do excuses about his sanity, intelligence, age, or anything similar. He got to the highest echelons of power by being very, very competent at the tactics he likes to use.

Batterer is shorthand for someone that uses coercive control up to and including physical assault. It is not all about physicality, however. Economic control can be battery. Psychological abuse and put-downs can be battery. Battery is like a jackhammer on someone else’s soul. Violent. Exhausting. Unrelenting.

Hang in there for my thought experiment and see what you think. Like typical batterers, Trump has included as many others of his type within his close circle of enablers. While the victims of batterers are often painted as “enablers” and “codependent,” I would argue that the true enablers are the crew these folks pack around them in an echo-chamber that reinforces their sense of entitlement. It also includes the bystanders who often unintentionally let a batterer pass day by day. Coworkers, family, friends, police, judges, ministers (Attorneys General, Chiefs of Staff)…basically all of us whenever we drop our guards and fall prey to the batterer’s enchantments. Anyhow, I go into the whole kitchen sink of why I formed this opinion of Trump. Yet, I am blogging it now for a different and rather dire reason.

Police with guns drawn watch as protesters try to break into the House Chamber at the U.S. Capitol on Wednesday, Jan. 6, 2021, in Washington. (AP Photo/J. Scott Applewhite)

Now that we have legally elected a new President and Trump is being shown the door, we are well within the hurt locker of the most dangerous time victims of coercive control face. This is the time when we leave them. Show them the door. Get our protective orders, family matters, security systems. When we set limits with them that they just don’t like. About 75% of domestic violence murders occur when victims try to leave. Right now, we are leaving President 45. He and his crew of enablers seem to be ready to do just about anything up to and including murdering capitol police to put us back in our places. As police know, showing up at a DV assault is one of their most dangerous calls.

Though the batterer analogy holds true for many aspects of despotism, it doesn’t travel all the way. It takes a bit more sociological (maybe anthropological) analysis to figure out how “leaders of men” can weaponize other people toward their own coercive-controlling goals. Yet it seems pretty clear that Trump and some of his powerful political colleagues have been able to do just that.

These rioters showed up at the congress carrying pipe bombs, assault rifles and zip ties under their MAGA swag. It doesn’t surprise me that the individual batterer Donald J Trump tried to break back into a house he’d just been asked to leave. What’s very worrying is that, as President, he is able to harness despotism and send in swarms of batterers of every flavor. Some are there just to spit, call names and yell. Some are there to break some shit and try to destroy or steal items of sentimental or fiduciary value. Some are there to assault. Some are there to kill.

Let’s be super clear. This wasn’t about flag waving and rhetoric. It wasn’t even about Republicans versus Democrats, though that was happening too. These seditionist thugs built a gallows on the capitol grounds, chanting “Hang Pence!” They were threatening to hang Republican VP Pence and who knows who else, if they could get hands on them. Functioning pipe bombs, assault rifles, and batches of homemade napalm were recovered on their persons and in their vehicles. Active bombs were planted at the DNC and RNC headquarters with equal malice.

These seditionists wanted to end both political parties and simply party with Trump. Heaven only knows how many would be dead if the capital police hadn’t at least slowed them down. One paid with his life and many more cops were badly beaten with crude weapons like metal pipes. Horrible, right? Yet even after this, the offenders were allowed to leave the crime scene unhindered.

Here, the discomfort our culture has with holding batterers accountable rebounds upon all of us. When robed clergy and disabled protesters were zip-tied, often carried out of that same capitol building for peaceful protests during the Trump era, these guys were escorted from the building with no apparent effort made to so much as glance at or document their IDs. What do they learn from this? Keep going. It didn’t help that Trump released a statement telling them, “We love you. You’re very special,” before all the rioters were even cleared from capitol grounds and the congress members liberated. Before the injured were even fully treated. Perhaps even before capitol cop Brian D. Sicknick was even carried forth to later die of his wounds, allegedly from being beaten with a fire extinguisher. Those who were interviewed by brave reporters near the riot expressed clear intent to do just that. Keep going. “This is only the beginning,” some proudly declared.

This CNN footage (and apparently also Bubba) shows a capitol cop posing for numerous selfies with the seditionists who just broke through barriers, smashed windows and doors, and chased one of his colleagues up several flights of stairs to the chambers of the congress where Secret Service were frantically trying to evacuate politicians including VP Pence and House Speaker Pelosi, the two next in command should the President himself be incapacitated. While I grant this may be a de-escalation technique, it is a stark contrast to tactics used against other types of citizen actions in which NO violence was ever hinted at or actually used.

“Go cool off, buddy.” How many more may pay since these offenders were allowed to leave the scene without even being documented…perhaps free to wander back onto the grounds during an event like the upcoming inauguration? With batterers and bystanders, our mercies and forbearances towards them always have unintended consequences for ourselves and/or others.

As I elaborate below, taking away the entitlement of very entitled people makes them feel like they are being attacked. Like a cornered animal they go on offense under the true assumption that it’s defense. As some of the most dangerous batterers say, Trump and his red hats are clearly telegraphing that, “If I can’t have you American Democracy, no one will.”

Oh, look. The capitol police found their zip ties when it came to subduing and arresting disabled protesters holding a peaceful sit-in about Republicans destroying the Affordable Care Act within these same capitol hallways. Photo by Kevin Dietsch/UPI
In some cases during that ACA sit-in, police helped protesters back into their wheelchairs before forcibly removing them, but others weren’t treated so kindly….
 (Jacquelyn Martin/AP)
…While rioters with MAGA and Trump swag on are helped gently down the stairs to leave, undocumented and un-detained, AFTER all the violence has just taken place. CNN footage.

As I reviewed this old essay and contemplated posting it, I saw this list of Trump’s offenses against our country and us and was somewhat shocked by how much I had already forgotten. Like survivors of battering abuse, we all may lose sight of the forest for the trees. Just surviving has been hard enough. All the minutia of daily oppression and cruelty just fades away into absence. It’s like reading a four year old protective order and thinking, “Shit. I forgot it was that bad.”

It’s that bad.

And, as we pick our way through the very lethal period of attempting to leave him…to place hard boundaries and real accountability onto a creature used to total entitlement, we have to heighten our survival skills. His acts of violence cannot be brushed off or colluded with. They will get worse. His tactics of abuse must be mitigated by the largest coalition of allies that is possible. Coercive control even against one individual victim is complex and difficult to end.

I am not quite sure how we as a country and even as a globe get ourselves out of this. Batterers are smart and adaptive in equal measure to their greed for power. Worse still is the particular factor of despotism in this case. As one Trump seditionist said to the press, “We’ll be back.”

I doubt that removing him from office will be sufficient at this point. Certainly, doing nothing and making this an argument about partisanship will be worse than doing nothing. In my opinion if we were to apply the lessons of the “normal” individual batterer, they should employ the 25th ammendment and/or impeach immediately. Yesterday. It doesn’t matter how well it works. The point is send the message that our society views his behavior as unacceptable. We’re already way behind the eight ball on this as politicians obfuscate and rioters celebrate their victories. I mean, really, people?! Just banning him from twitter ain’t gonna do it.

Leaning on the experience of domestic abuse survivors, however, I would suggest the following: Look for and lean on allies. Survivors can never be left alone to deal with abuse alone. That’s what batterers are counting on. We need coalition-building, truth-telling, and accountability at least attempted through every tool we have at our disposal. Most definitely including laws written especially for the purpose.

Communicate cautiously. Keep your head on the swivel. Brainstorm safety measures one day at a time, in the face of the offender’s equally-evolving tactics. Resist the urge to try and fix/help/excuse him/them. Even when people you respect tell you to try it. Not right now. Too dangerous. Accountability is not divisive. It’s critical. This is the time for accountability and setting limits. Not as one person. As a collective. Give him/them an inch and he/they will take the nation.

Whew! I think I’m out of steam. Just in case you don’t make it through my essay, I will add a bit of encouragement at this point. Those of us who work closely with survivors know the power and strength of resiliency. There is hope there. Especially when we all band together to do what is good instead of what is evil.

There are tools for our future. There are truth and reconciliation processes (especially important for the racism, nationalism and heterosexism aspects of this crisis), peaceful communication models, and innumerable religious resources from a diverse community of good people who are ready, willing, and able to help one another get through this. As Episcopal Bishop Rev. Michael Curry has said, “Love your neighbor,” and “we the people can perfect this union.” Or, as Republican Nebraska Senator Ben Sasse suggests, go out and shovel your neighbor’s driveway. As he said from the Senate floor immediately after the riot, “America can’t do big things if we hate our neighbors.” We can work to mend divisions even as we assure safety and accountability. They are tandem processes, and any false-choice rhetoric is, I would argue, “enabling” of batterers and also nakedly disingenuous.

As a preacher’s kid and an M.Div. myself, I feel I have to drop a little biblical encouragement. Feel free to replace it with something similar that appeals to you, of course, but this is one of my faves and I hope it helps some of you. Philippians Chapter 4 (NRSV):

Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice. Let your gentleness be known to everyone. The Lord is near. Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Finally, beloved, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. Keep on doing the things that you have learned and received and heard and seen in me, and the God of peace will be with you.

What follows is my 2017 essay. As you look at what Trump accomplished in just the first year in office, it’s truly a wonder we’ve all lasted this long. Especially those who are more targeted by his enablers and himself due to race, religion, income, gender, sexuality, and innumerable other factors. As we enter this very dangerous period dealing with our coercive controller, let’s pay very close attention, follow our intuition, point out as well as lean upon one another’s strengths, and stick together.

John Minchillo | Credit: AP

Controller in Chief (2017)

I have worked at a domestic violence prevention program for several years. In that time, I have heard a lot of experiences. I have shed a few tears, made a lot of plans, and done a lot of analysis on this form of abuse.

Ever since the election of Donald J. Trump and his band of proxies, whom I think of as “Trumpets,” I’ve watched in horror as the United States has turned into what basically amounts to one big, abusive household.

Think about it. We know when our abuser is in bed, eating fast food and watching TV. We monitor his social media and whatever news sources we trust to gauge his moods. We whisper and cringe when he threatens brute force like mass deportations, government shut-downs, or nuclear war.

Trump and some of the Trumpets do have actual allegations of domestic abuse and sexual assault in their pasts. Yet, we don’t need to drag individual women through a debate on their claims. All we need to do is analyze how the administration uses controlling abuse tactics on all of us.

The Controller in Chief gets what he wants because he wants to be the center of our world, and he is. Love him or loathe him, we obsess over him. We must, to feel safe. We read him. We please him. We try in vain to get ahead of him. Still, we aren’t safe. We cannot control him. He’s the Controller in Chief.

Like all good abusers, ours is especially skilled at playing favorites. Those in his good graces scramble to stay there—all too happy to throw some unfortunate rival under the bus. Our squabbling makes us even easier to control. We’re doing his work for him while he pounds milkshakes and concocts fake news awards.

The Controller in Chief can deftly shed accountability. He is called hapless, incompetent, mentally ill, senile and childish in turns as we all tie ourselves in knots, trying to understand what’s wrong and how on earth we can stop it.

As much as I hate to admit it, I have come to believe that Donald J. Trump rose to his powerful position through extreme competence. He is the reigning champ at leveraging interpersonal control.  

This stuff isn’t just about women, but women happen to know a lot about it. Violence against women, like battery and sexual assault, isn’t a “women’s issue.” When I do community education about this type of control (we tend to call it coercive control), I tell folks that the “male privilege” component only applies if it applies. Men are definitely victims, of women and very often of other men. Yet, in the case of Donald Trump, male privilege definitely applies. It appears to be at least in the top three of his favorite types of oppression and predation. Therefore, for the purposes of this essay, I am going to discuss his sexism in the context of domestic violence that is perpetrated male over female. It definitely isn’t the only type of coercive controlling violence the Trumpets employ.

Even violence against an individual woman is more than “violence against women.” The abuse affects her kids, her family, her coworkers, etc. And, yes, violence against women goes beyond gender. It clearly hurts both males and females by robbing the culture of contributions by women and girls. It also robs men and boys of healthy, nurturing relationships or full self-expression. Additionally, sexism is inherently connected to homophobia and transphobia. When it’s only okay to be one gender, then no one can express another identity without oppression and risk.

The silencing, harming or killing of women robs our whole culture of the wisdom they might have shared. We could certainly use some experienced advice about dealing with our Controller in Chief.

Hopefully, with the surge of movements like #MeToo, we will get more of this benefit. In the meantime, I feel compelled as a woman, a survivor, and a professional advocate to share what I’ve learned. I’ll approach this by doing what advocates often do when we first begin talking to an abused woman. We go over some common tactics of interpersonal, coercive control. This is our way of showing individual women that they aren’t alone.

Though abusive partners are all individuals, they behave in some common ways. They believe due to cultural messages and personal experience that controlling tactics of domination are the best way to gain power.

Power is what makes them feel safe. They feel entitled to it. They feel victimized if someone hinders them in seeking it. Understanding and unpacking this helps us to figure out how we can respond. I’m thinking our country can use a little of this analysis right now.

I define these tactics as advocates usually do. Below that, I add some examples we have experienced in the past year living with our Controller in Chief. I include both his own acts and those of his proxies. Thanks to him, they are national and even geopolitical to an extent that, though inherent in a patriarchy, may be unprecedented.

Harass and Threaten: Not taking “no” for an answer. Using manipulation, nagging, threatening behaviors to achieve compliance from others. Using privilege (age, race, gender, income, etc.) to force compliance.

  • Threats to heap “fire and fury” (bombs, including nuclear ones) on nations.
  • Threats to remove funding for individuals, communities, or nations that are crucial for basic survival essentials like food, water, electricity, medical care (Sanctuary cities, Palestine, etc.).
  • Threatening to sue women who allege sexual harassment or assault.
  • Threatening to deport people.
  • Threats to sue reporters and authors.
  • Threats to fire people.
  • Threats to lock people up.
  • Demands for what amounts to a “loyalty pledge.”
  • Innumerable acts to harass the Q+ (LGBT) community, including to ban transgender service people from the military.

Intimidation: Very similar to the concepts of coercion and threat, intimidation tends to add some element of physicality. The abuser uses body language, proximity, etc. to enhance the believability of threats. Intimidation may include breaking objects, stalking, abusing pets, moving as if to strike out and then not doing it, etc.

  • Using body language, physical proximity, looks/acts/gestures to intimidate opponents at a meeting or debate.
  • Making and/or distributing videos showing violent assaults (real or staged) at a wrestling match or on the street.
  • Offering to pay the legal fees for followers who might assault a dissenter or the press at a rally.
  • Inciting proxies to the use of intimidation (like standing in front of polling stations to intimidate voters who are suspected of supporting opponents).

Emotional abuse: Name calling, outing, gossiping, and other behaviors designed to break down the self-esteem of a victim. By destroying self-esteem, an abuser seeks to destroy the sense in a victim that s/he has a right or a reason to resist. Emotional abuse can also enhance isolation when victims are embarrassed to reach out, or community members believe the gossip and shun them. Emotional abuse might include:

  • Calling names at people who challenge them, such as Crooked Hillary, Little Marco, Lyin’ Ted, Empty Barrel, Pocahontas, Little Rocket Man, Nervous Nancy, Sleepy Jo, and on and on.
  • Insinuating that a woman opponent is menstruating or otherwise “bleeding,” and that women’s blood or bodily functions are in and of themselves a source of shame.
  • Insulting the appearance of sexual assault victims, suggesting individuals not be victims because they are allegedly undesirable.
  • Calling someone’s home or community a “shithole.”
  • Calling all members of an ethnic group “lazy,” “terrorists,” or “rapists.”
  • Alleging unprovable crimes or scandals against an opponent to malign their reputation (President Obama wasn’t a US citizen, President Obama illegally wiretapped his opponent, Hillary Clinton exposed state secrets, broke campaign donation rules, etc.).
  • Saying that prisoners of war and military service people killed in action are “losers.”

Isolation: Restricting access to resources and relationships. People are easier to control when they are kept isolated. This can mean physical isolation, like being locked in a room or being kept in a remote area with no access to transportation or a phone. It is hard to push back against the control tactics of an abuser without any help. Lack of feedback from allies can also leave victims of abuse doubting their own thoughts or their own take on reality in the face of an abuser’s constant lying and denying. Abusers want to be the only voice in their victim’s head. In other words, they want to control the narrative. Isolation might be:

  • Cutting people off from basic needs after a catastrophic storm (especially when they live on an island).
  • Manipulating or censoring media to limit communication and distort information.
  • Building walls.
  • Banning entry to the country of certain people based on race or religion, even if they’ve been living here and had only been traveling abroad.
  • Ignoring or disabling infrastructure (roads, bridges, mass transportation).

Minimizing, denying and blaming: “Why don’t you have a sense of humor?” “It didn’t happen that way.” “You’re the one who started it!”

These are core tools that controlling people use to avoid accountability. Theoretically, the abusive person doesn’t need to change because nothing is their fault. Through these skills, they can cultivate their persona of helplessness and haplessness. This is often confused with childishness. When the most in control, they seem “out of control.” Their victims often feel the need to caretake them.

With Trump and the Trumpets, this tactic might include their skill at deflecting attention from their abuse tactics at key moments. It includes lying. Abused women sometimes call this tactical lying a “crazy-making” behavior. The lies can be about such finite and ridiculous things, their victims and concerned bystanders are left scratching their heads. What could the motivation be? The answer is—control. This type of lying is a powerful control tactic. It is an act of domination. The abuser is saying that it doesn’t matter how big or how small the issue is—what he says goes. He literally gets to define reality, like a god. It doesn’t matter what reality is. We all have to wait and listen for his take on it before we can make our plans and proceed. Yet again, the controller, through the use of lying, becomes the thermostat in the room.

The term “gas lighting” comes from this type of coercive control. It stems from a Victorian era play that became an Academy Award nominated film by the same name. In the story, a homicidal gold-digger marries a rich heiress, then slowly seeks to drive her crazy so he’ll have an easy story for her sudden tragic death whenever he finally finds the treasure he thinks she’s got hidden somewhere. In the story, messing with the (gas) lights in their Victorian home and then telling her he didn’t touch them is one of his many creepy tactics. Hence, the name. Nothing is too small or insignificant when you are trying to deny your victim’s reality. In fact, the devil is literally in those details.

MGM Films 1944

Minimizing, denying and blaming could also be called deflecting, obfuscating and misdirecting. Personally, I’m not buying that he’s a “very stable genius.” But, if our Controller in Chief has a superpower, skill with these tactics might be it. 

Due to their complexity, I felt the need to break the categories up:

Minimizing: Making light of abusive acts. For instance:

  • Lying in over 2000 documented cases as of January 2018 about matters large and small.
  • Saying that sanctions against Russia aren’t necessary.
  • Saying that legislative protections of the Special Prosecutor are also unnecessary.
  • Saying Russian interference is overblown or may not have happened at all and could instead have been perpetrated by “some 400-pound guy in a bed.”
  • Saying women who accuse them of sexual assault or harassment are liars and probably only out for a payday.
  • Saying the storm Maria in Puerto Rico was nothing compared to Katrina in Louisiana.
  • Calling the members of racist, sexist hate groups “very fine people” and saying their acts of violence are the fault of “both sides/many sides.”
  • Update: suggesting that to hold Trump in any way accountable for the actions of his followers who attacked the capitol January 2021 would be needlessly unforgiving and divisive.

Denying: Saying something didn’t happen at all. For instance:

  • I repeat—lying in over 2000 documented cases as of January 2018 about matters large and small.
  • Calling any journalism that doesn’t serve their purposes “fake.”
  • Calling the content of the “Billy Bush” tape mere “locker room talk” (a minimization), but later claiming this documentation was faked (a denial).
  • Denying statements made both on and off camera, such as calling other countries “shitholes” or expressing a repetitive pattern of kissing women without permission.

Blaming: Shifting responsibility for controlling/abusive acts. For instance:

  • Saying the previous administration caused any problem that is being manifested now (immigration issues, environmental concerns, infrastructure decay, unemployment, etc.).
  • Issuing vague memos full of innuendo meant to attack the integrity of federal investigators.
  • Saying that opponents (Democrats) cause shutdowns, refuse to pay the military, refuse to act on DACA or CHIP, etc.
  • Calling investigations into his/their own possible criminal acts (like money laundering and obstruction of justice) “Witch Hunts.”
  • Saying (African) American soldiers killed in the line of duty “knew what they were getting into.”
  • Saying he/they lost the popular election due to illegal voting (mostly by immigrants). (remember, this was 2017 and being said about the 2016 election!)

Using children: The use of children in the Power and Control Wheel specifically refers to the use of vulnerable members of the family as pawns or, I might say, “hostages.”  It typically includes threats to harm children, threats to take sole custody of children, or perpetrating direct abuse of children.

Despite this traditional emphasis on custody and parenting, this tactic can still play out in culture wars and in politics by:

  • Withholding funds for the Children’s Health Insurance Program (CHIP).
  • Withholding legal protections for those formerly covered by the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA).
  • Using women’s reproductive rights and as a wedge issue in other pieces of legislation, and as a “dog whistle” to rally sexist Trumpets into their base of support.
  • Update since this was written: Separating refugee children from their parents at the US Border and interning them and/or moving the children into undisclosed placements all over the US (never even seeking to reunify in over 600 cases as of 2020).
  • Additionally, sterilizing women in these US internment camps without their understanding or consent.
  • Deporting US immigrant parents while leaving their US born children behind.

Using male privilege: This isn’t simply about a case where the abuser can say, “I’m a man and you’re a woman.” Use of male privilege can be subtler since we all live in what remains a cultural patriarchy. Yet, in the Trump administration, numerous examples of the good ole’ boy form of sexism abound, including:

  • Calling women who run for office “nasty.”
  • Shaming women for bodily processes such as menstruation.
  • calling women out individually based on age, intelligence or appearance to intimidate them into silence/compliance.
  • Grabbing, kissing, restraining, assaulting, verbally humiliating women and saying that, “when you’re a celebrity they just let you do it.” 
  • Calling out these women in national media if they resist, threatening to sue them, etc.
  • Cultivating the culture of male privilege by attacking women’s reproductive autonomy.
  • Creating a dangerous cultural environment for girls and women by encouraging and protecting other sexual harassers and predators.
  • Exploiting the voices of women and girls who feel convinced or compelled to support patriarchy.
  • Saying that men who sexually abuse underage girls “just like them (female sex objects) pure.”
  • Engaging in the trafficking of girls and women for sex (see J Epstein).

Economic abuse: Controlling someone’s decisions and actions by blocking their access to money and other similar resources. Economic abuse typically includes controlling the victim’s ability to pay for housing, food, medicine, transportation, etc. If the victim wants access to these resources, s/he  must comply with the abuser’s wishes. Tactics include:

  • Threats to remove funding for safety-enhancing programs such as police equipment, traffic lights, etc. in sanctuary cities.
  • Enacting a tax bill that shifts wealth from poor to rich.
  • Removing health benefits.
  • Eroding or de-funding “safety net” entities like rural hospitals, substance abuse, sexual/domestic violence programs, TANF, homeless shelters, immigrant resettlement programs, etc.
  • Removing consumer protections to serve the interests of banks and other corporations.
  • Firing individuals for not taking a “loyalty pledge,” sometimes days before they qualify for retirement benefits.

Assault: This could include hitting, pushing, restraining, biting, scratching, burning, sexually assaulting, attacks with weapons. Physical and sexual assault often occur when the other roster of tactics are no longer as effective. Remember that these more easily criminalized, less socially-accepted behaviors hold more risk for the abuser. Most, therefore, know that these tactics should be used sparingly. Actual assaults might be comparable to punctuation marks over the course of a running relationship story. They tend to be used only when they are needed to make it clear to victims that the other tactics should be obeyed. They include:

  • Attacking opponents or encouraging proxies to do so (update: as in the case of the capitol invasion of 2021).
  • Physical assault, sexual assault, murder (like mowing down counter-protesters at demonstrations).
  • Deploying unidentified federal “troops” in unmarked cars to arrest, interrogate, sometimes assault citizens engaged in permitted protests.
  • Update: Tear-gassing peaceful demonstrators in order to dangle a Bible upside down near a church recently vandalized, allegedly by his own proxies.
  • Missile strikes.
  • Military or police action (such as urging police, “Please don’t be too nice” when making arrests).
  • Grabbing women by the genitals.
  • Pinning women against walls and kissing them without consent.
  • Groping women’s bodies without consent.

The first time that survivors come into a domestic violence prevention program and talk about these patterns, they are often overwhelmed to see this reflection of what they thought was just their own isolated reality. You may feel that way, too. It’s also normal to get angry. What are we supposed to do?

Just saying “no, stop” to a controlling abuser doesn’t help much. In fact, it often makes things worse as the abuser feels the need to double down. If we had been really listening to the voices of survivors, our culture would already know this.

Loosening the hold of an abuser takes help. It takes support. It takes a society that not only creates but maintains checks and balances to push back against coercion and violence. Resistance is multi-faceted and it’s not a one-time thing. 

Perhaps one thing we can do as a culture is listen to the voices of survivors. This has started with #MeToo and Time’s Up. I think we might listen a little bit differently now that we understand that we are in an abusive relationship too. When you pour poison into a stream, it poisons the whole landscape. Controlling abuse does the same thing to a society. We’re all dealing with the Controller in Chief, whether we voted him into office or not.

Listening to survivors may help us understand that we are experiencing a deliberate assault, that we are not alone, and that there are ways to take back at least some control over our lives. With information and teamwork, we can improve both our own lives and the lives of those depending on us. I realize that this type of power and control analysis is not the only thing we need. I do think it’s an important piece of the puzzle, and that this piece is largely missing.

Tired of watching the morning news to see if it’s a good day or a bad one? Are you feeling crazy—questioning your own reality as you’re inundated with multiple conflicting versions of every single event? Been called lazy lately? A criminal? Nasty?

It’s toxic and exhausting, no doubt. At least, you know you aren’t alone. To survive this dangerous and gaslighting relationship with Trump and the Trumpets, we’re going to need a lot less “hail to the Chief” and a lot more “time’s up.”

*Material about power and control is taken from personal and professional experience, as well as The Power and Control Wheel developed by Domestic Abuse Intervention Programs.


For anonymous, confidential help available 24/7, call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-7233 (SAFE) or 1-800-787-3224 (TTY) now.

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