Bitch, please – this is heavy shit!

I was hiking up the 100 foot, muddy trail that runs from Drift Wood Beach to Hwy 1. I’m not good with judging inclines, but lets just say it was strait the hell up! On my back was about 35 pound of drift wood that we will be using for decoration at the Congo-a-go-go Dinner Show in June. (which you have to come to!) About half way up my thighs were burning and my shoulders ached from the weight of my load. About 30 seconds into my pity party I started thinking about our Congolese sisters (our sisters in any third world country, really… and our sisters right here in the US that work their asses off at two to three jobs to support their families). I immediately shut that voice in my head down! Bitch, please!

The suffering that is endured by women all over the world and throughout the ages is a subject that I often have to ignore in order to get through my day. I can’t watch period piece movies about The Witch Hunts or The Inquisition without taking on and truly feeling the pain of the tortured women during those times. I tell you this so that you may understand why I’m able to work hard to raise money for the women in the Congo, without really knowing the whole story of what is happening over there. The real answer is that I can’t handle it! I can’t hear about the atrocities that occur to our sisters every single moment, without punishment to the perpetrators, in this country – where life is hard enough, without having to worry about being beaten, raped and/or killed.

During my second trip up the trail my mind went to the women again. It’s amazing what a good imagination I have, brutal really. It became a flashing collage of horrific images of violence and degradation. I decided to go home and research what the hell I was working for. I mean I should know the answers to the questions our local sisters may have about why they MUST join Club Bitch and what we do, right? I mean, why are we putting all this effort into the Congo-a-go-go Dinner Show? Why should people donate food, wine or silent auction items? Why should every woman in Sonoma County buy a ticket to the event, whether they come or not?

The ocean breeze I felt as I reached the top of the muddy trail reminded me that I am here, I am home, it is not my lot in life to be subjected to the horror and pain… I know enough. I need not know every factual detail in order to feel, in my heart, that the folks that I’ve alined myself with are the right people. I’m not following blindly – they know and I trust.

Please trust that I know, because Club Bitch knows, because Women for Women International knows that women in this war torn country are being abused beyond comprehension – and it needs to stop! We don’t need to know every gruesome detail, let’s just go to work! Become a Table Captain to sell 10 tickets, join Club Bitch, donate an auction prize. Do your part.

Club Bitch already sponsors one woman, Alphonsine. She is getting an education and will be able to start her own business or procure a good job. Having this advantage is liberating to her. The Congo-a-go-go Dinner Show will allow us to sponsor at least six more women. Be there! June 26th 2010.

In loving bitchiness,

T-bone

March 21, 2010. Uncategorized.