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tealeaves:
return-victorious:
hellalambs:
I feel like no one ever talks about rural girlhood, certainly not the way they talk about rural boyhood. my childhood was full of distinct imagery, like dirt roads between school bus and house, picking flowering weeds just to twirl them in my fingers, watching my friends kiss boys when they were too young, and struggling to find a place where I could wear dresses without losing the respect of other kids. I remember wandering through trails while it was barely raining and just seeing the hints of other houses, like I was in a maze of liminal space, and any tree I passed under might be the doorway to someplace else. small town boyhood is portrayed as this kind of innocence before masculinity destroys you, but I remember my small town girlhood as privacy, the space to think, a quiet kind of imagination, an almost shared awareness with my friends of a time limit on our emotional freedom, our ability to feel close to each other without self consciousness. I don’t know. I feel like we don’t romanticize the experiences of girls, and we should.
This. This this this.
I grew up surrounded by woods and I took every excuse to go out there by myself and soak it up. There were old crumbling stone walls and overgrown dirt roads, creeks and so many different shades of green in the trees and mosses. I found a complete animal skeleton once, just laying on a rock like it had gone to sleep and never woke up. It was either a fox or a cat. I don’t remember which.
I was always quiet and solitary growing up. In preschool I’d sit and play by myself despite the teacher’s attempts to get me to interact with the other kids. I wasn’t a complete hermit, but I was definitely not a social creature. My parents, bless them, checked in with me, then told the teacher to leave me be; I was doing fine by myself.
No pressure like that in the woods, though. Woods taught me to be by myself and remain 100% okay with it. Nothing has destroyed that or trained it out of me. Not even living and working in the Boston area.
Tl;dr: I’m from New England. My witchy dark queen training started early.
#yesssss this #oak trees and tall grass and rolling hills #the freedom to run and jump and feel the sun on bare legs without the looming spectre of social censure and self consciousness #I feel like I’m constantly chasing those luminous green gold afternoons #dreamlike and freeing #place where you can truly be yourself by yourself #the freedom to fully and truly inhabit your body before it is seen as something to contain and control and hide and keep still (juliedillon)
tealeaves:
return-victorious:
hellalambs:
I feel like no one ever talks about rural girlhood, certainly not the way they talk about rural boyhood. my childhood was full of distinct imagery, like dirt roads between school bus and house, picking flowering weeds just to twirl them in my fingers, watching my friends kiss boys when they were too young, and struggling to find a place where I could wear dresses without losing the respect of other kids. I remember wandering through trails while it was barely raining and just seeing the hints of other houses, like I was in a maze of liminal space, and any tree I passed under might be the doorway to someplace else. small town boyhood is portrayed as this kind of innocence before masculinity destroys you, but I remember my small town girlhood as privacy, the space to think, a quiet kind of imagination, an almost shared awareness with my friends of a time limit on our emotional freedom, our ability to feel close to each other without self consciousness. I don’t know. I feel like we don’t romanticize the experiences of girls, and we should.
This. This this this.
I grew up surrounded by woods and I took every excuse to go out there by myself and soak it up. There were old crumbling stone walls and overgrown dirt roads, creeks and so many different shades of green in the trees and mosses. I found a complete animal skeleton once, just laying on a rock like it had gone to sleep and never woke up. It was either a fox or a cat. I don’t remember which.
I was always quiet and solitary growing up. In preschool I’d sit and play by myself despite the teacher’s attempts to get me to interact with the other kids. I wasn’t a complete hermit, but I was definitely not a social creature. My parents, bless them, checked in with me, then told the teacher to leave me be; I was doing fine by myself.
No pressure like that in the woods, though. Woods taught me to be by myself and remain 100% okay with it. Nothing has destroyed that or trained it out of me. Not even living and working in the Boston area.
Tl;dr: I’m from New England. My witchy dark queen training started early.
#yesssss this #oak trees and tall grass and rolling hills #the freedom to run and jump and feel the sun on bare legs without the looming spectre of social censure and self consciousness #I feel like I’m constantly chasing those luminous green gold afternoons #dreamlike and freeing #place where you can truly be yourself by yourself #the freedom to fully and truly inhabit your body before it is seen as something to contain and control and hide and keep still (juliedillon)
