This is a safe space: a space for women+ to come together as we are. All of our wants, needs, thoughts, feelings, experiences, losses, successes etc. are welcome. We are here to support each other during trying times and grief, as well as to celebrate each other. If you are a woman+, you belong here. Your contributions are valid and valued: this is the space for us to be ourselves, whatever state it may be that we find ourselves in. It is okay to be angry, happy, sad, disgusted, overjoyed, pensive. It is okay to be in need. We are here to support each other.
The prompts are entirely optional: any contribution/rant/thought experiment by a woman+ is always welcome. There’s also a sub thread for people to suggest future topics.
Some guidelines to help this space be a positive experience for everyone:
As always with the Avocado, don’t feel compelled to share beyond your comfort level.
Anyone who identifies as female, or who was socialized female/AFAB/otherwise has firsthand experience with the issues being discussed, is welcome to post. If you identify as cis-male, we ask that you please set your participation to “lurk” mode, unless otherwise explicitly invited to participate further (i.e. if we did an AMA kind of thread). I’m sure there’s plenty to be gleaned just by reading! (New Guideline, please take note.) This includes upvotes, we ask cis-men to keep their upvotes to commenters who voluntarily add “+up” to their comments and only those comments.
Please do your best to be mindful of others’ experiences when commenting or posing questions for the group. The female+ identity is Legion and contains multitudes, and not everyone who has experience with being treated as female by society identifies as female. Furthermore, racial and ethnic identities, sexual orientation, and many other factors can colour how one experiences their gender identity on a day-to-day basis.
Suggested Prompt (courtesy of Tiff): Shame is a reocurring theme on the Women+ Thread: how we are being taught to be ashamed of our bodies, how we often took on the shame that our abusers should have felt in our stead, how, thankfully, we often came to realise that it’s all bullsh*t. Let’s talk about Shame with a capital S, the toxic kind that does nothing to propel us into becoming better humans, but the one that shouldn’t be ours to carry. What do we do with it? How do we do (away) with it?
If you would rather talk about something else, that’s fine, too!
To borrow from Captain Awkward: Don’t need to be cool to be kind.
Have at it, luvs!