This will be the last of my posts as a guest blogger, a role I have greatly enjoyed. Many thanks to everyone who has read my posts, in particular those who took the time to leave comments and criticism from which I have learnt a lot. I wanted to take some time to write briefly about my experiences with mental health because I have found some cross-over between these experiences and my identity as both a woman and a feminist.
I asked my mother and my sister what the word sisterhood meant to them today. The short answer: “Not a lot”. My sister said it reminded her of hippies and my mother said it conjured up images of nuns. 'Sisterhood' has always been one of those terms that I've regarded with suspicion. Even before I understood the concept of cis privilege (the benefits afforded those whose gender identity is the same as that which they were assigned at birth), it seemed like a special club from which I felt excluded. I don't identify as trans, but like many people who may on the surface appear cis (and access related privilege) my gender journey has been far from linear.
This post will be loosely based on an excellent workshop I attended at last year's Polyday on the subject of feminism and polyamory - a workshop I had been meaning to put together myself and that was well facilitated by a member of the Bristol Feminist Network. Polyday is an annual community event for those who believe “happy and honest relationships don't have to be monogamous”. Being in multiple relationships myself, I appreciate this chance to meet other people in various non-monogamous and polyamorous relationship structures and to share skills and ideas both personal and political.