Previously, on Raising My Boychick

Since I never did do a proper introductory post, how about a review instead?

My name is Arwyn, and I am, among other things, a feminist. As it says on the tin,

I'm a walking contradiction: knitting feminist fulltime parent, Wiccan science-minded woowoo massage student, queer-identified male-partnered monogamist, body-loving healthy-eating fat chick, unmedicated sane and stable bipolar. But it feels all-me.

(although more of my free time these days goes to blogging rather than knitting).

I am pro-choice, and anti crying-it-out.

I wear my baby (when he lets me), and so does my partner -- who is known around here as The Man, because he is the proverbial straight white male. We have one child, the eponymous Boychick, who is also probably a straight white male. I breastfeed him, and The Man parents in other ways.

The Man is currently unemployed, I am bipolar, and this sometimes makes for an interesting combination.

I am not a SAHM, and I am not amused. But I am sometimes funny.

I write about independence, attachment parenting, and societal misogyny.

I write about menstruation, and genitals, and sex, and sexuality, and the color of my underwear.

I write about patriarchy and kyriarchy and intersectionalism. I write about the racism and transphobia and sexism and disablism I encounter, both around me and in my own thinking.

I write about trying to raise the Boychick free from limiting gender roles, while teaching him to not be a bad man.

I believe we are not bad moms.

I believe the patriarchy wants us to tell each other we are, and that avoiding that trap can change the world.

And if you're still interested in what I have to say, I believe I'd love to hear from you.