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Now that sounds like one peaceful life!

I just want a nice home. A nice home to clean, decorate, & make warm, welcoming, & safe for not only my family & I, but for those in our lives. A home that people look forward to stepping foot in, not dread.

I want a husband who is not only my best friend, but my soul-mate & provider. Who I know always has things under control. Who makes me feel safe, like he'll never stop loving me. Like I can always depend on him. Like he'll never hurt me & I'll never live in fear again.

I want children. Children that I can care for, love, & play with all day. Children that will always know that mommy & daddy always have their best interests at heart. Who know mommy & daddy love each other just as much as they love them, so they can grow up with a healthy view of what a relationship should be. Children that I can tuck in at night after reading a story to, after having given a nice warm bath & can chase around the house or out in the yard during the day.

I want a nice, big kitchen that I can cook & bake in. A kitchen that always has food waiting to be eaten that I made for those I love. They'll never have to worry about going hungry. None of us will.

I want pets that we can play with & brush & give treats & new toys to. Pets that will settle down with us at night in front of a fire in chilly evenings & will be a part of our family.

I want a garden. One where I grow food to use for recipes. One where my children are free to learn how to use their hands to dig into the soil to plant their favorite fruits or vegetables.

I want a calm, loving life. I want to settle down. I don't need to travel the world. I don't need to be famous or rich. I just want simplicity. But for some reason, it feels like asking for that is what's known as too much nowadays.

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I love to wear dresses. aprons, too. I fill their pockets up with rocks and herbs from the garden. I want to bake bread, have babies, sew buttons, mend socks, bring my family’s clothes outside in a great big basket and hang them on the line to dry.

but please, do not mistake my appreciation for the old ways of living for a desire to return to a time when the non-white and/or non-male population didn’t have rights.

lately I have been getting an influx of followers and/or suggested posts which look, at first, similar to me and mine… but when you look closely, they are rife with anti-choice and thinly veiled misogyny under the guise of “cottagecore” and “simple living” and all that.

I am not one of you. I would kindly ask that you please not reblog pictures of my body, my gardens, my home, or my poetry to a blog that is centered around the romanticization and glorification of oppression. this is a body that desires freedom and autonomy. these gardens nourish that body, in our home with two heads. my observations about my life are my own - I am happy to share them, but they were never meant to be statements about the way anyone else ought to live.

if you’re still reading and this doesn’t apply to you, thank you, and hi. happy you’re here!

If my femininity within the context of my own life threatens you to the point that you feel the need to attack my life choices, maybe you need to reevaluate why you feel so threatened by traditional feminity. Because it’s not like I’m asking you to live the same way I do.

I’m just asking for the same freedom you want, to live in a way that makes me happy.

Reno Gazette-Journal, Nevada, September 16, 1950

I highly agree with this.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I am all for breaking the heteronormative mold and rising above oppression. But one thing that I do idolize about that time was the fact that, for some families (including my great grandparents), a family, dog, vehicle and mortgage (not rent!) could be supported with one person’s income. Of course, this varied person to person due to the fact that there were many other intersectional factors at play, but it was true for some.

Nowadays, in most places, you’re lucky to get a half-decent house or a reasonable apartment with both partners in a relationship working multiple jobs, and even then they have to worry about food and bills, nevermind transportation and pets. 

This is why we need a wealth tax and some serious redistribution.

Maybe the fertility rate for The United States wouldn’t be so dismally low if we had an economy the could support single-earner households.

if you don't do anything else today,

Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.

have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.

and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.

black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.

if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.

This is Juneteenth.

white people CAN interact with this post. share it, spread it.

Home Mothers & Working Mothers are both valid.

you can do either one and still love your children with all your heart~

You don’t have to call me out like that! 

What people think tradfem blogs are like: Endless posts about why traditionnal gender roles are the only way to live your life

What tradfem blogs really are like: b r e a d.

most tradfems are also truly feminists.. as long as you truly believe in equality not that women should have more privileges than men. The only reason some women out there denounce feminism is because it's gotten to that point now in a lot of situations these days in a manipulative manor.

also I should add I have met gay and bisexual tradfems too.. otherwise it just means Traditionally Feminine. does this mean you are masculine? ?

most tradwives would consider me masculine, yeah. I’m not submissive, I have a job, haven’t shaved my legs in over a decade, can be rather crass.

the way other people identify is none of my business. gay and bi and pagan and liberal tradfems are welcome to claim that title. I do not wish to be categorized as a tradwife/tradfem.