Beautiful Nature and Woman-Loving Images

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13 thoughts on “Beautiful Nature and Woman-Loving Images

  1. Love these; thank you so much!

    The women are vibrantly joyous, resonating off the screen. The female primate (chimp or bonobo or young gorilla?) is hilarious, and so refreshing to see a photo like that without a male dangly part hanging down. All that unnecessary meat in places like National Geographic and its phallic focus, ick …

    I’m not a lesbian (or maybe just not yet) but celibate for many years and unable to envision how I could ever again cozy up to a penis. Like cozying up to a live grenade ready to go off. Like inviting a rabid dog into my bed. Like … you get the picture.

    Now that I am so clear that men never authentically have the capacity to do and be with us the way the women in your photos are doing and being, the thought of male advances only sickens me. Even a male as cute as Chris Hemsworth (Thor in the movie) just makes me shiver as in “but you’d never mean it, you prick.” But lesbians just for sex wouldn’t be a fit for me either.

    If only there were still the political lesbians of the 60’s and 70’s or a viable lesbian rad-fem community where I could find it in the USA for somebody my age (and I’m in a part of the country where it once existed). When I went looking for landdykes about 7 years ago, hoping they also would be radfems, in fact I found wimmin’s land (where it still exists) largely filled with GLBTQQetcwtf identity politics, BDSM catharsis proponents, buddhist peace-love-dove apologists for males and everything else the media has done to manipulate women’s minds away from radical feminism in the past 50 years.

    One exception might be up in Oregon (to which I didn’t journey) where We Moon and other old school radical separatists still have their lands. (We Moon actually sounded really amazing, and they make fabulous calendars with women-centered imagery, but they weren’t really keen on taking in other (even if skilled) post-mid-life wimmin like me, because looking mainly for the next younger generation to carry on the legacy, which I could understand coming to all of this rather late after some serious mind-bindings and societal stockholm syndrome masquerading as equality careerist feminism and heterosexual marriage.) Plus I don’t have any lesbian credentials of having ever been in a lesbian partnered relationship. (Does kissing girls in junior high count? I think not but it meant a lot to me. Then the social programming for heteronormality took hold big time.)

    Possibly in central FL (where I also didn’t travel) there might be exceptions to what I found searching for rf landdykes, but they seem from online contacts to have become allied with the gay men, MtTs and genderqueer movement in seeking an aggregated bulwark in their housing communities against straight society.

    There is also a large lesbian community in of all places the north GA, NE Alabama, S-central TN area near Lookout Mt and also in Chattanooga, but totally not rad-feminist. More like the L-word TV show with some older and back-to-nature types who keep bees (very cool but not at all rf).

    So online seems to be where we gather.

    Super glad you’re here!!!

  2. Yes, grenades and rabid dogs are accurate metaphors. Absolutely. In studies, 60% of men admit they would rape a woman if guaranteed impunity. Men are SICK FUCKS.

    Men and their sex are like cardboard compared to the deep sensuality between women. Also, women are insanely beautiful. Men’s entire focus is the genitals; they’re fucking boring as hell, as well as being manipulative weasals. AS WELL as being rapist pieces of shit.

    “Now that I am so clear that men never authentically have the capacity to do and be with us the way the women in your photos are doing and being, the thought of male advances only sickens me. Even a male as cute as Chris Hemsworth (Thor in the movie) just makes me shiver as in “but you’d never mean it, you prick.”

    Right on. This was hard for me to ‘get’ right away–because its painful, and because I projected my own feelings/thinking onto men. But men do not think and feel in the same way as women. And cannot really ‘be’ and love the way women do with each other, like you said. Men never respect women in the same way they respect other men. Never.Ever. Men experience penetration as an act of ownership and defilement. They just do. They freely admit this. Just because they are nice to you and enjoy your company does not mean they respect you. Men lie. Lying to women is the easiest thing for men and they do not feel bad about it. As Sonia Johnson said:
    “I know that many men whom women count among the “good” ones are actually indistinguishable from the bad ones except that they are better actors, and I truly believe that if women could be inside their “good” man’s consciousness for just a day or two, they would be sick with disillusionment. Men have learned what they have to say and how they have to act to get the energy from women they must have to exist.”
    Men feel contempt towards women partly because we continue to engage with them when they so openly hate us. All they have to do is say “love” and “peace” and we come running back.

    On a happier note, hell yeah lesbian rad-fem communities! I just started looking into wimmins land, so your experience with that is enlightening. Have you seen/heard of the film Lesbiana: A Parallel Revolution? It documents the lesbian separatist movement of the 60’s and 70’s. From the trailer: “Even if we weren’t all lovers, we were all kind of in love with each other. We were in love with ideas and we were in love with what was possible between women, and in the world because of what happened between women”.

    http://www.lesbiana-film.com/en

  3. Hellyeah lesbian rad-fem communities is right! I loved the “pure lust” comment on the trailer b/c it’s the title of my favorite Mary Daly book. It would be nice to live long enough to find the community of my heart’s desire or help to make it. Thanks so much for sending the link to lesbiana film. Lovely and affirming. Beautiful and exciting. In only a good way.

    Yes, totally true as you said: “Men feel contempt towards women partly because we continue to engage with them when they so openly hate us. All they have to do is say “love” and “peace” and we come running back.” Robert Jensen of UT Austin is my latest favorite example of a faux radical feminist man who merely traded his boring pedantics for a male privilege hook to the anti-porn work of Gail Dines for years, claiming love and peace, and then once she made a name for him he launched from her to his own platform that, guess what, is liberal Christian as well a patriarchally socialist when you see through the smoke and mirrors. I’ve called him out on his hypocrisy by email and he of course just ignored me. Plus he’s not that bright on his own. He’s married to an awesome woman musician whose gynergy no doubt he sucks literally. She probably feels grateful to have a non-rapist nigel in the sense of the piv being relatively non-violent. He’d probably dry up and blow away without her.

    Once that rf horse is out of the barn, there’s no going back, is there? I now can’t unsee what I see, and maybe that is why so many women, even lesbians, don’t want to see. At some true level we know rf is accurate, and we know once we see the truth we will never be willing to do certain things again that seem almost necessary to survive in mens’ world. Also `sometimes my eyes and my head hurt from seeing it everywhere. That’s when I know I need to escape into the background of nature and deep female memory. So far deep-and-surface-depths female touch has not been something I can make happen in my life b/c/ I’m not interested in non-rf lesbian touch. When you scratch my surface, I simply don’t ever want to watch football, or go to motorcross or steeplechase, or watch movies that degrade women. (Although I saw The Heat which did, sorta, but also had some major vents, as M.D. would say, into the power of women touching women.)

    Met Sonia Johnson and Jade DeForest in NM in 2006 when they were running the Casa Mujeres inn for women next to the hot springs in Ajo Caliente. First I went to spend the night and pay for a room, at which point Jade made me dinner and we talked for hours. Sonia was away on a paid lecture weekend for what she called lesbians in cul-de-sacs, returning with dissatisfaction about the lack of rf consciousness in 21st century lesbians (but they could afford to pay her). The next trip to Ajo Caliente I was a dinner guest without needing to pay to stay the night; Jade made dinner again and this time Sonia mainly talked. She’s a very effective writer who thinks outside the box and has inspired many women; still does. I did not find, however, what I was looking for because her women’s community land experiment had left many women I met elsewhere in NM embittered (feeling as though they were not compensated fairly for their sweat equity when Sonia sold the land out from under them, they felt, and apparently profited handsomely from the transaction). Sonia didn’t have an answer that satisfied me.

    She and Jade have since lived in Alapine in Alabama (one of the places I mentioned earlier) and left there, too, to move out west again. Alapine is more like dyke-femme couples going square-dancing and the country folks not minding, so I’m not sure why Sonia and Jade tried it, but Sonia is always about experimenting! A woman I met from the Washington state area had connected with Sonia over her Sisterwitch book (and sent me a copy as well); I’d gotten out of contact with Sonia by then (1.5 years ago) but the Washington woman told me Sonia had taken to playing keyboards for hymns at a liberal church, because she enjoyed music and there are so few venues available. Sonia was starting to get a little frail, in her 70’s, when I met her in ’96 so we can forgive the church lapses now, I suppose, if it’s true (and I had no reason to believe it wasn’t). My point is perhaps that nobody’s a guru in this rf game. Nobody has the perfect answer. Nobody has the last word. We’re all making it up as we go. The Lesbiana film is, however, one of the best inspirational pieces about the movement I could imagine. Thank you again so much!

    And please update me on your landdykes search. I surely don’t have the last word, even though I immersed in the search including tangible travel to get there, and my last landdyke travels were in 1996 so a lot may have changed.

    Google lesbians and intentional community and you’ll find reference to SheWolf’s directory if you haven’t already: http://members.aol.com/shewolfww/fave/index.htm. Not sure the link is still good.

    SheWolf makes a valiant stab at it but she’s getting older, too, and many of the lands are now camping for fee only, or a woman or two hoping to make a go of it, or lands with stable aging communities that aren’t looking for newcomers. Aka not sanctuary. Orphaned elephants and orangutans have it better in terms of sanctuary than women, because of the chronic denial about how bad it is for women on this planet. (Just saw the Imax documentary, Born to Be Wild, about the baby animal sanctuaries; moving little film and the rescue work of course being led by elder women.)

    Any way, I’m really happy you’re here, Daughter In the Sun!

    Cheers and have a wonderful evening.

  4. For Hecate’s sake, this is surely a pre-senior moment of mine … I was writing ’96 for the above landdykes explorations but it was in fact 2006. Sonia was in her 70’s in ’06. I’m really in the background/nature/deep memory today and not well oriented in men’s space and time. Don’t let them catch you doing that! It’s white coats and shrinksville not to be well oriented in their space and time, as if we’d really ever want to once we know better.

  5. I’m just a baby radfem, having come across it less than a year ago, and it fills me with so much pleasure and joy to read these blogs. I work with radical feminists who don’t mind working with men, but after learning about rf, it didn’t take me long to realize that it was antithetical to rf to work with men. Anyway, I’m glad that there’s another blog up so I can read other radfem conversations in real time 🙂 . Sally, thank you for your accounts of your search for women’s land. Lately I’ve been thinking about what it would look like for me to make a move in that direction, but I have sons and I would also want to be around radical feminists. Anyway, thank you Sally and Daughters in the Sun for this conversation and this space.

  6. Hi, Nadege,

    Really appreciate what you’re sharing here. Two of my best gal pals who I know face to face and trust to have my back aren’t rf but are basically for women (having been badly treated by husbands), and they do have sons.

    They don’t seem to expect their sons to give them much as grown men, but at least their sons aren’t rapists or murderers (although one of them has a major drug problem and keeps knocking up women, as a result of which my friend has decided not to be involved for a second time as a grandma.) But out of this sad deal she did get a granddaughter the first time who looks just like her (confirming paternity), and in whose life she is involved, while her son is currently in prison and the mother of the granddaughter gave up parental rights to a kind adoptive family.

    There is no purism by which rf exists in a vacuum of abstraction. Men are the architects of abstraction, not women. We use logic as a tool, not as a weapon against other rf women (when we’re at our best). We’re intelligent animals, complex, who live in social settings, and some of our social settings are, well, complicated. The fact that the artificial complications and negativities are largely man-made and inventions of patriarchy does not mean that we are supposed to abandon common sense about what are our real-world options. Every one of us cuts the best deal she can with the patriarchy at any given moment. When we become rf hopefully we won’t exploit other women or hurt ourselves (or allow men to hurt us) while we cut that deal. And it makes us, or at least me, happiest to have as little contact with men as possible.

    Thus, I’m not a purist about who we are and how we hang in society, because there are so many individual alternatives and there aren’t really any totally rf spaces (other than the internet) that I’ve been able to find where rfs don’t have to work or deal with men at all. Although I try to limit my involvement, I have to speak to a man almost every day. And some of them can be useful (as a result of having male privilege and not being subjected to all that every woman is subjected to). Now that I know to let them help me when they are relatively safe and willing, and I figure it’s the least any man can do, I take what they can give without smiling or placating or practicing femininity, just generally being a decent person and willing to receive. For example, a male at the security company that patrols where I live was very nice an hour ago and took care of the problem right away when I called to report teen-agers running rampant after 10pm (which I could hear) in the apartments’ courtyard. I wasn’t about to go out into that vat of potentially male teen-agers and tell them to STFU myself. Instead I let a man do it but I had to call him and talk to him first.

    The challenge as I see it about wimmins’ lands is that the concept has run up against the man-made money system, property taxes, zoning laws, maybe some greed by those already there, all sort of expensive and not so lovely things in the U.S. And most of us, once rf, find the man-made money system sort of tedious, a necessary evil, nothing that is a feather in our cap to navigate well any more.

    For example of the challenge, you can rent a two-bedroom cottage with one bath on longstanding wimmins’ land in the middle of pastoral Ohio for … wait for it … $450 per month plus utilities and an 8 hour per month work commitment at http://subamuh.com/ (if it links). Maybe it’s just me but paying market rates by leasehold for living on women’s lands with no longevity commitment or rights to stay where I’d have to have a day job in the man-made system around men to afford living there just makes no sense. But maybe some women go for it. Subamuh allowed male children when I checked it out in ’06.

    The better option would probably be finding rf women you trust over time not to cheat you, and then planning an option that makes financial sense to everybody. For example, I love my mother (although she is challenging like any non-rf women of her era in her capitulation in her thought to men who aren’t even there). I don’t wish for her to die before her time. When she does pass on (now she’s 81) I might have an option about her home and property that would allow me to invite other rf women on some sort of sharing basis to farm the back acre and have a mini-commune (there are four bedrooms and three bathrooms inside). But there would be no guarantees that the neighbors would not oppose it somehow, claiming a hotel or brothel arrangement, and the good ole boys running the legal system there could be a tough sell. Or no guarantee that the zoning and property tax laws didn’t change to make it unaffordable. Still, life is always something of a risk.

    It would be worth it to try, but I’m thinking that finding the stable housing and land resources is always going to be a big part of the challenge that women most often do not overcome. It’s why patriarchy destroyed indigenous communities that had matri-focus or at least a measure of relative sex equality in household attribution. Once patriarchal men take land out from under women as Nature intended for it to stay, where are we to go to live?

    The money system sucks. Men who made the money system suck. But we are natural, and exuberant, and fanciful, and smart, and funny, and deserving of all Life has to give us. That’s the part I always remember, to re-Member as a member of Womankind.

    Sending out my Love to You who post and comment here!

  7. P.S. Daughter In the Sun – Can I just say again how much I love the pictured Bonobo? She is totally a sister! How natural, how limber, how fun she can have such a good time just with herself! Of course men are taking the bonobos’ land out from under them, too.

  8. Hi Sally,

    I live in a pretty big city and rent for a two-bedroom is about 3-5 times Ohio here, and this isn’t even for the “luxury” apartments. I do see what you mean though. I’ve been thinking of buying some land myself and working it, possibly opening it up to a few women escaping violence or life with/around men… Though I understand that womenslands haven’t worked in the past, it’s good to hear what exactly didn’t work because even before becoming a rf, I had plans to leave the city and have land that I could open up to other women and their kids.

    I agree that as rfs, we can’t really be purists. We all come to it at different points in our lives, having had different experiences, and having been used and abused by men in different ways. But I don’t think I can disagree with the women who are either. We all see what men have done to our world. Who knows what will become of this planet in 50 or 100 years, and women haven’t done this, men have. So, though I love my children, and it pains me to think of someday disconnecting from them, I understand that there are women who want nothing to do with even male children. I’m hoping I can move close to a forest where I can have as little contact with men as possible, so that my sons can grow up to be half decent human beings, but I’m not holding my breath.

    I think you’re right though, that as women, we do need to keep in our minds, that we are indeed exuberant beings, and sometimes, this remembering itself is a triumph.

  9. Hi, Nadege,

    You make really good points, and it reminds me that I’ve learned to trust myself more in rf thought by reading what rf “purists” have written on their blogs (much of it with which I agree), so, yes, I am actually grateful for all of it, too.

    The gratitude is easy to dispense because I wasn’t deterred from wanting to be rf by a “purist” approach, having read a primer early in my rf journey that described the struggles of second-wave feminists to get along. Case in point: Audre Lorde who was otherwise wonderful picked an infamous public fight with Mary Daly, and Daly was only vindicated once her reply letter, which Lorde had denied, was posthumously found among Lorde’s papers. See http://feminismandreligion.com/2011/10/05/mary-daly%E2%80%99s-letter-to-audre-lorde/). Lorde and Daly both had prodigious intellects and the egos to go with them. The fight (turf battle for who was more radical) followed from that, it appeared to me. But fun feminists and trans apologists still like to attack Daly over it.

    Fights among feminists over words alone do seem a little silly given the terrible state of the planet currently, and getting worse daily with climate change, species extinctions, GMOs infiltrating non-GMO crop lines, porn-fueled horrors ratcheting up against girls and women, on and on. As you put it, who knows what will become of this planet in 50 or 100 years.

    I like you have a close personal stake in the future from having been a mother, although in patriarchy it is certainly a challenge to stay connected or to have any meaningful role with adult children now that there’s no matri-focus (instead mother blaming and hating as sport in media memes) to USA culture.

    Your thoughts about working some land and making it a refuge are lovely. I don’t think the past experiments with wimmins’ lands necessarily mean it can’t work. I spent about a week at WestWind in NM in summer ’06, as it seemed to be winding down from its quasi-collective approach and moving into lesbian couples owning their own places and/or selling off some buildings (moving more toward cul-de-sac lesbianism), and changing the legal form of the land holdings if my memory serves. Before that WestWind worked for a number of years as a wimmins’ land with relatively few embittered women (seemingly fewer than from the earlier Sonia Johnson effort ). I went to a house party while in that area of NM and met many of the women who knew about both lands. They had a lot to say!

    WestWind had a wonderful common building, straw bale with adobe covering containing winding serpentine patterns and embedded colored glass that women had built themselves (photo albums to prove it). There was a rf library (that not all of the WW women read, not all of them being rf, but it had been left behind by a former resident.) In that library I read Susan Griffin’s early work/poetry about woman and body, nature and machine, us as womankind being the brunt of manunkind. I was so moved to be there, where everything had been made by women, reading such beautiful poetry, in another realm. It is one of my best life experiences. They also gave me Sally Gearheart’s novel, The Wanderground, which they thought I’d like because of my rf leanings. I keep that cherished novel.

    WW had been unsuccessful at developing crop-producing land and sufficient laying hens and other animals to feed themselves, partly because some of the couples seemed to have ties to town (Santa Fe) and liked having day-job work there, also because the soil needs so much manure/worm enhancement in that part of NM to be strong for crop growing. (To pay for my stay I helped repair some screens, installed a teak platform outside the solar showers, and also worked with the horse manure fertilizer in a composting bin — the horse poo was new for me. I’ve had a tool box for a long time.)

    I learned a lot about sustainability at WW. Each building at WW had rain-water catchment and tank storage, and there was a common sauna near the outside solar showers as well as outdoor composting toilets and gray water for plants. It seemed like I heard the moon rise there. As if She spoke to me. And I could see Her pattern of movement across the sky during the night. Really powerful as an experience.

    But then, and this typifies patriarchal encroachment against wimmin everywhere, every other night the land near my cabin was buzzed by a helicopter which seemed to come out from nowhere over the rim of a nearby canyon. That was spooky, because unlike a city where you can pull your blinds and stay inside with the stereo on, there was no electricity in the cabin where I was staying, and nothing separating me from the hot night and whatever it contained but walls, roof and screens. (There were men who owned ranches nearby. I never knew who had the helicopter, and the WW women weren’t sure either.)

    Well, I didn’t intend to write so much, but those were fascinating explorations that to a huge degree made me who I am today. And who knows where it will yet lead!

    My best wishes, and happiness, to you for our connecting here!

  10. “There is no purism by which rf exists in a vacuum of abstraction. Men are the architects of abstraction, not women… Every one of us cuts the best deal she can with the patriarchy at any given moment.”

    Thanks so much for this conversation SallyA and Nadege.  I think expectations are very high when women get together in intentional feminist communities; conflict and human imperfections become much more disappointing than they might be in ‘the real world’.  Radical feminism is survival.  At its core, it is the science and spirituality of women’s survival.  It’s important to keep this in mind as I think about real world solutions for women, as perfectionism has always been one of my weaknesses.  Its like the diseased twin of our healthy drive towards improvement and rigor.  I can tell when I’ve sunk back into the perfectionist mindset–I become defensive, tired, I feel small and trapped, perpetually frustrated.  Radical feminism is different.  It is razor sharp, sensual and expanding, energizing.

    I love the description of WestWind.  Also ended up ordering a copy of SheWolf’s directory and Lesbiana DVD 🙂  I’m so interested in this aspect of women’s history.  It’s rarely ever mentioned in the mainstream or academentia, except to be criticized.

  11. So true to the mark, your words, DaughterIsTheSun: “…expectations are very high when women get together in intentional feminist communities; conflict and human imperfections become much more disappointing than they might be in ‘the real world’. Radical feminism is survival.”

    Thanks for the acknowledgement about my wimmins’ land exploratory journey. It was eye-opening and in many respects amazing.

    One thing I noticed in visiting among landdykes was the tendency for the non-rf members in community to use the term “hetero-patriarchy” and then (it seemed to me) to enact patriarchal roles among themselves as lesbians. Also there was a fair amount of pomo-esque focusing on class and race privilege among the non-rf landdykes I met (non-rf being in the vast majority of anybody I contacted for feminist discussion and possible visitation from SheWolf’s list).

    I had the sense that not having had sex or the horrible up-close experiences of male deadness inside and misogyny that we women who had male partners experienced to our ultimate horror once we were strong enough emotionally to face facts about men, the non-rf landdykes (generally lifelong lesbians) simply did not believe the things rf says and believes about males as a global sex class.

    Because men with their clothes on are so very good at pretending not to be total pricks.

    Plus gay men have usually been “nicer” to lifelong lesbians (of course, look what gay men gained politically by GLBTQQwtfETC) than have some heterosexual women who are from birth programmed to deny their womanly Be-ing and concomitantly to fear the lesbians who deliberately touch one another in myriad ways of female Be-ing. This is why imho feminist and lesbian activist Judy Grahn is not rf (although otherwise amazing if you focus only on what she’s written about women) and as well explains so many other lesbians being MtT apologists.

    Reverting to old roles of wanting to think better of men than they deserve is something I have to watch for in myself (because although celibate as a “political lesbian” and not currently practicing any form of sexuality — which would never ever under any circumstances be with a man again in any event — I can tend like everyone to a reversion to old roles which in my case included generally being the leader in women’s groups and sometimes in co-ed groups too).

    Here’s what MD said about it in Pure Lust, p. 144-45: ‘The visible executors of the fathers’ orders are often female. … Even “women’s communities” sometimes perform this traditional function of perpetuating the patriarchal presence. … Some assume the male role and put other women down into a victim role; others accept or have forced upon them the victimized stance. The male role-players frequently have used such tactics as accusation of a serious fault, for example, some political incorrectness concerning racism, classism, or oppression of the handicapped [SA note: written in 1984 before the PC term became “disabled” or”people who have disabilities”] . The accused must then choose whether to fight back, withdraw, or given the desired response: self accusation. …Dis-couraged by horizontal violence, many women have lost sight of the validity and importance of creative Women’s Space.”

    Thank you for Be-ing the antidote, and for en-Couraging us with providing creative Women’s Space here!

  12. Fairly to correct my typo of MD’s words, she wrote : “… give the desired response: self accusation.”

    When I was re-typing from the book, I was thinking “give in” as the capitulation so often required these days for women to have any sense of community with the dismal communal offerings culturally available in the US, for example, 12-step programs with the self-accusation of confessionalism (and no analysis of the global social and cultural wrongs of patriarchy, instead pretending to have a higher power of your own understanding while trumpeting God as ‘He” on wall posters, literature and spoken meeting ritual).

    Yet in those 12-step rooms, given the dearth of anything else widely available without exorbitant financial charge in our culture for women who are hurting emotionally, women can sometimes find women’s only meetings and some small glimmer of hope about female being. For me they were a vent only and ultimately I had to withdraw completely from the 12-step communities with no ill effects, only positive for many years now since my 2006 forays among landdykes. But I did find, among landdykes, that many are devotees of 12-step programs as well as on SSI for example with alcoholism and mental illness dual diagnoses in many cases that required them to take psych drugs to pay the basic bills by collecting their SSI checks.

    SSI is the not-so-pretty underbelly of the landdykes movement in the US that rarely gets published or discussed but deserves to be addressed up front by any woman idealistic as I was in making the journey. All landdykes have to have some money, even if it is only what SSI pays, to live in the monied system of the patriarchy where there are electric bills (almost nobody is totally off the grid), water bills (almost nobody relies 100% on rain catchment), computers to buy and internet service to stay online-connected, mandatory car insurance and registration (wimmins’ lands are usually for obvious reasons fairly remote with no nearby mass transportation, plus a car is needed at least for emergencies and a truck even better for hauling things), food to supplement what is grown on the land (usually wimmins’ lands these days are not self-sustaining), supplies for repairs, building, farming, clothing, etc., property taxes, monthly payments (if the land is not owned free and clear) and mortgage insurance. It’s worth asking them, if you find a land that interests you and is open to newcomers, what is their source of funds.

    btw – I didn’t really think any of the landdykes I met on SSI were mentally ill (just as I no longer believe in so-called alcoholism at least for women as anything but a culturally imposed dis-ease of patriarchy that builds in denial blinders). I did believe the patriarchy had traumatized them, as it does all women, some to the point of not being able to function at least for awhile. But, without rf analysis, they believed in their own mental illnesses as a chronic “brain chemistry” condition (junk science, although prevalent, paid for by drug companies from my research), and that was a hurdle I could not surmount. Ironically, by virtue of the close connection with other women, they demonstrated behavior at least as if not more healthy when I met or talked to them as any other women who might be going to their office today with a ‘clean bill of mental health’ from the patriarchy.

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