Shelter
“That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mudpuddles, or gives me any best place! And ar’n't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ar’n't I a woman?” - Sojourner Truth
A couple of months ago, I wrote an entry titled Kate’s Burning Bed which was about my friend Kate’s experience with domestic violence. Like many other women, Kate was in a long term abusive relationship until she finally reached the point where she said enough. Her escape from a life in hell included a few more punches and bruises, a night in jail, and the embarrassing reality of having to tell her family and friends about what she’d been living with for so long. We tend to keep those things secret. We make excuses, we lie, we cover it up, and we live with it for as long as we can… until we cannot live with it any longer.
I used the story of Francine Hughes of The Burning Bed infamy to help tell Kate’s story, but this entry isn’t about her or Kate specifically, it’s about the larger problem of domestic violence, and just maybe, a glimmer of hope.
The reason I’m writing about this now is because a close friend of mine is involved with one of the most successful and respected women’s shelters in the country. Located in Rhode Island, Sojourner House opened its doors in 1976 and has been helping women put their lives back together one piece at a time ever since. Places like Sojourner House are essential and they need our help and support to do their work, but I’m not asking anyone to do anything more than read this entry and then to let your own conscience be your guide.
I’m asking you to listen to the voices of the women who are still trapped in a life where all they know is violence and abuse.
Some of my reasons for writing about this also include a profound feeling and belief that we as women are bound together by something larger than ourselves, and even tho the primary topic around geishaland is usually sex and sexuality, I think the things which affect our lives are all connected, and I humbly add with the utmost humility that because I’ve been so blessed and lucky in this life, I feel that by sharing these things we can all grow and we can all rejoice in the beauty of our femininity, and we must all come together and protect one another when even one of us is in danger just because she was born a woman.
Hurt one of us, Hurt all of us. Love one of us, Love all of us.
The problem here and why shelters such as Sojourner House are so necessary is twofold; after enduring even a short period of domestic abuse the emotional toll and psychological damage inflicted on us often makes the very idea of freedom and escape seem insurmountable and impossible, and from a practical standpoint, many of us don’t have the resources to even consider leaving. We think things like — How will I support myself … What about my children … He’ll never let me go … I don’t want anyone to find out … How and where will I live, where will I go?… so we stay to be hit again another day.
I’m not a psychologist or psychiatrist, but enough information is out there in the public domain to understand the reasons why we stay in these relationships, but understanding why we we as society continue to turn a blind eye to the problem is harder to come by. We fought for years to get domestic violence laws on the books, then we had to fight to get them enforced because the male dominated police forces would often look the other way or dismiss the complaints of a battered woman as insignificant or not real crimes.
Our world history of patriarchy has come back to haunt us in the worst of ways; yes, this is still a real problem and yes, these are real crimes; it is starting to slowly change, but as long as any woman lives with this, the work must continue.
Recently in London, members of a Kurdish family including the father and uncle of a 20 year old woman named Banaz Mahmod were convicted of her murder which was described as an honor killing, and while honor killings aren’t a common occurrence in the United States, that they happen at all anywhere in the world should be enough to ring the alarm bells and cause us to work to put an end to them everywhere. I’d encourage you to read this article from the BBC to raise your awareness to the very real horrors and real terrorism which torments women born into such cultures where honor killings are an accepted practice.
In writing a journal primarily about sexual topics, one might not expect to find entries such as this, but I’ve worked very hard to make geishaland more than just a journal about sex. It’s a journal about women and the things which matter to us and our lives, and I use my own life and my own experiences as the template to sometimes address these larger issues, but I am just one voice. I am small and insignificant to the world at large. What happens in my world and my life has no bearing on what happens in yours, but because I’ve always enjoyed such kindness and have been lucky enough to have encountered so many rich and wonderful souls out here in the expanse of cyberia to share this with me, I beg your indulgence once again as I try to use my voice to call for change and help.
But because this journal deals with sexuality and women’s issues, the problem of domestic violence isn’t such a far stretch. Why do we enter into relationships? Why do we get married? Why do we take a lover? Why do we have boyfriends or girlfriends? Because we need that intimacy to survive, we need those connections, be them sexual, intellectual, spiritual… we seek out a partner in the hope of getting back what we have to offer. We hope that everything we have to share with another human being will be reflected back to us in kind. We give love and we need love, so a journal about our sexuality is at the very root of why we pursue relationships in the first place, yet what do we do when the relationship of our dreams becomes a living nightmare? Where can we turn to? Who will take us in and give us shelter?
I don’t have all or even any of the answers to these things. I am not a battered woman, I am not abused. But I cannot lay my head on my pillow at night or be held by my husband without ever thinking about friends like Kate and the thousands of other women out there who are convinced that they have no choices, that they have no options, and that their lives are not their own. And even tho we’ve glamorized this problem in pop-culture with movies like The Burning Bed, Sleeping with the Enemy and Enough, most women don’t get the Hollywood happy ending.
Of everything I’ve ever published here on these pages of geishaland, I thank you the most for reading this, and if you have time, please visit Sojourner House to learn more. Thank you. Aishiteru wa.

“No Peace in the world without peace in the nations”
“No Peace in the nations without peace in the town”
“No Peace in the town without peace in the home”
“No Peace in the home without peace in the heart”






Nina, wow, very heavy topic this morning.Being raised by my mother for the first 8 years of my life I tend to look at these topics more than your usual guy.I always felt it was my duty to look after my sister, tho I was 3 years younger. Especially when she began dating. Almost like a fatherly adviser, I’d meet the guy and decide in my own mind if I thought he was good enough or if I thought he was trouble. I know, I know, none of my business really, but being we were close, I worried about her as we grew older. One guy stands out, Her boyfriend in highschool had issues, very violent to his ex-girlfriends, from what I’d heard from people I knew. Told me I should keep an eye on him. They dated for 3 years and no major problems, in her senior year she found out he was dealing a variety of drugs and broke off the relationship. He went nuts! The argument ended with my sister coming home looking like she went 15 rounds with Mike Tyson, as soon as I saw her I lost it, seeing red was an understatement, she begged me not to go but there was No-way! he was going to touch my sister like that and not end up in the hospital, without going into too much detail, he ended up in the hospital, for 6 weeks. I know violence to stop violence is not the answer, but I didn’t want to make up a happy ending just to make myself seem like a real nice guy. I did because this guy, who was 6′-4″ over 200lbs. felt he had the right to hit my sister when he pleased. I did however get him to realize, not my sister. It sickens me when I hear of things of this nature. This is one of your greatest posts I’ve had the pleasure of reading!
Mike (I’m calm now)