If you have ever found yourself wondering (while smiling) if you’ll get out alive; if you’re the kind of person who wants to be on the inside of the car with the tinted windows; if given the option, you always choose the door with the skulls and gargoyles on it.. this post is for you. We are a rare breed. We are the women for whom this blog was created – the dreamers of dark dreams and the seekers of independence of thought. We have spent years believing we don’t get along with women.. but its only the women who settle for the stereotype – the nail doers, the pink camo wearers, the ones who choose to close their eyes to the reality of our world yet feel compelled to judge us. We dream about taking the dark road and seeing the reflection of chaos in our eyes. We soak up all things sharp and dangerous for fear we might start bedazzling our sneakers. To close our minds and surrender our authenticity would be an unthinkable decision.
With the onslaught of zombie and apocalypse related media, one cannot ignore the fact that survival of the fittest is becoming trendy. There was a time when that was not the case. Similar to the classic quote about tattoos, I can proudly say that “I was willing to run over the undead before running over them was cool”. As a child, I would pull the wings off of butterflies and shoot birds and squirrels with my brother’s air rifle. It never struck me as anything other than normal, and now as every day I meet more and more amazing women it is heartening to know that I am not the only one. What really burns my butt is that more and more of the female population is morphing into this weird “I’m a tough biker club zombie apocalypse girl” thing. Hey – we see you and you look like an idiot. While you are walking around in Sons of Anarchy sweatshirts with your Frappuccino and your purple yoga pants and Uggs we are with the real bikers drinking a big girl drink, and we are laughing at you the way a coyote laughs at a coop full of chickens.
Its no secret really… Its a classic movie trick – If you make friends with the guard dogs, they won’t bite you when you go into their house. Instead of sitting safely in our cars with the doors locked and driving from home to work, we veer off with our windows down and look our challenges in the eyes. We refuse to settle for ignorance in the hope that nothing bad will ever happen. We arm ourselves with knowledge and with friends who not only share our need for strength of mind but who can increase our awareness and better arm us for our future. Enlightenment isn’t all orchids and koi ponds… its also embracing without judgment, universal awareness and being present in life.
Now, making friends with Dobermans isn’t for everyone, and that’s a good thing! I mean, should we ever find ourselves in a full post-apocalyptic scenario we are going to need girlie-girls. We are going to want to eat what is in their refrigerator. We may even get hungry enough to take a chunk out of their house pet. We should love these women – because they may someday be the comfy mattress upon which people like myself will rest should we ever need to realize our potential as the fearless survivors we are inside. Yes. I think this way all the time. I seek out other people who think this way. Its gravity. Its pack mentality. Its the reason why “The Walking Dead” is so popular. You’re just jealous.
Please don’t get me wrong – I am a law abiding citizen and I have no plans to delve into a life of crime. Women like myself just enjoy the warmth that comes off of the fire that goes along with the fringe of society. We don’t see words like “burn”, “pain” or “smoke inhalation” when we are presented with something scary. We see only the heat, the colors of the flame, and the possibility of using it as a tool to create and explore and fascinate ourselves. Our eyes widen, our ears open, and our heart races. We don’t need permission. We are the ones who wouldn’t be caught dead in a Volkswagon Rabbit, unless it had a gun turret and armor plating. We will take your double-dog-dare but not your advice. We are the full throttle, gun toting, meat eaters who walk into a room and can tell you who is there, where the exits are and which person we’d drop first should we find ourselves backed into a corner. We will go where we want to, we will embrace whatever faces us and if you tell us not to do it, we will stop by your house and bring your boyfriend with us.
Strong, sexy, proud and totally badass women. . . I salute you.