My husband came home from work one day. The first thing he did after mowing the lawn, working in the garage and playing with what I maintain is our genderqueer toddler, was ask what I had made for dinner. After having been woke by my women's study courses, this triggered me heavily, throwing me into a panic attack where I could not even.

I explained that I was a proud independent womyn, and that this #everydasysexism was unnacceptable in the #currentyear and that he should make his own food unless his #MasculinitySoFragile. With such demands sometimes I don't know #WhyIStayed. I told him he just doesn't get that #RapeCultureIsWhen you make such demands.

He stared violently at me a moment, raping me with his eyes, or perhaps as he insisted, trying to parse what I exactly I had just said and why I was pronouncing 'women' so weird lately. #Triggered

I defended myself as best I could, by curling into a fetal ball and shrieking at the top of my lungs that I could not even until I could not even no more.

With an expression that was either unbridled, masculine aggression or intense confusion, he backed a few steps away from me, withdrawing his affection, leaving me cold and alone, yet hating myself for ever wanting to be loved by something so vile as a man.

As this was the third time this week I had suffered such assault and reacted accordingly, this was becoming a now two month long cycle of abuse. As much as my soul screamed for freedom, it was he who first threatened divorce in a rage filled, violent, brutal outburst that managed to both flay my soul and criticize how I had spent the last five days dressed as my gemsona. #Transgem

Our Indigo chyld was weeping at this point, so I did the only reasonable thing and scooped hym up in my arms, pulling xer with me as we escaped that nightmarish hellhole. Sadly, he eventually managed to get our day in court, where I only managed to get half of his belongings, the house, and merely full custody of our child, Mehlody, even though xe insists on using her slave/birth name, Brad.

Sometimes I don't know how I manage to go on, but when you're a strong independent womyn, I guess you need to make due in a society that hates you. #ImWithHer #HeForShe #TumblrIsMyCollage #College* #CorrectSpellingIsRacsist