My Longest Love Affair Has Come to an End

Last Sunday, NWARD All Stars played Big Easy Rollergirls. It was my last game. Over the last few years, I’ve gone through a roller-coaster of emotions in regards to my relationship with rollerderby. Something that became painfully obvious to everyone (even myself though I was in denial) was it was time for me to move on. My heart hasn’t quite been in it the same way and my body has definitely not been on board. I don’t know if it’s because I met the love of my life or the fact that I’m turning 30 this year. I just knew it was time for me to go.

I played rollerderby for the better part of a decade, starting when I was 22. It has introduced me to so many amazing things, including myself in some ways. I’ve met some amazing people, done many a crazy thing, traveled places I otherwise would not have gone, and learned organizational skills that will be useful for the rest of my life. I wouldn’t be the person I am today if I hadn’t played rollerderby.


I don’t know what I’ll do with all of my free time since I won’t have practices and won’t be traveling as much but I’m sure I’ll find something. Until then, I’ll be relying on the Mr. to keep me out of trouble.

"What if all women were bigger and stronger than you? And thought they were smarter? What if women were the ones who started wars? What if too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos and no K-Y Jelly? What if the state trooper who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike was a woman and carried a gun? What if the ability to menstruate was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs? What if your attractiveness to women depended on the size of your penis? What if every time women saw you they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands? What if women were always making jokes about how ugly penises are and how bad sperm tastes? What if you had to explain what’s wrong with your car to big sweaty women with greasy hands who stared at your crotch in a garage where you are surrounded by posters of naked men with hard-ons? What if men’s magazines featured cover photos of 14-year-old boys with socks tucked into the front of their jeans and articles like: “How to tell if your wife is unfaithful” or “What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate” or “The truth about impotence”? What if the doctor who examined your prostate was a woman and called you “Honey”? What if you had to inhale your boss’ stale cigar breath as she insisted that sleeping with her was part of the job? What if you couldn’t get away because the company dress code required you wear shoes designed to keep you from running? And what if after all that women still wanted you to love them?"
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leighving:

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I’m about to cut my hair and start dreading it again. I hope mine turns out this well.

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leighving:

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LOVE

I’m about to cut my hair and start dreading it again. I hope mine turns out this well.

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I & I Adventures Vol. 10: Chchchanges

I finally gave in to the beast and cut my hair. Short. I think I’ve wanted longer hair or different hair almost my whole entire life. I’ve had sew-ins, dreads, box braids, and relaxers. I finally embraced the curl when I took down my dreads three years ago. I learned to love and embrace my natural hair, difficult though it is. I’ve been itching to do something different with my hair for MONTHS now but wanted to keep it in check with my wedding approaching. I got some color put in my hair and thought that would satisfy me. It wasn’t enough change. A week later, I got my first professional haircut in over 10 years. That weekend, I bleached my whole head and became a redhead once again after having black hair for the 5 years or so.

The husband was naturally apprehensive about all of this hair business. My hair is big part of me and of the person he fell in love with. My hair is indicative in some ways of my personality. After it was all said and done though, he likes it. It still suits me. It’s interesting how my hair affects my clothing choices even though I dress the same.

This will be the first holiday season in years that I’m not traveling or having people visit. I’m rather looking forward to it. An actual holiday break. My first official Christmas as a wife. Crazy! It still surprises me that I’m married. I’m a real grown up. I really love my life right now.

I hope someone buys this for me when I have babies (which no, will not be any time soon).

I hope someone buys this for me when I have babies (which no, will not be any time soon).

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