A little while ago, a call was put out on Twitter. I don’t think Maggie really thought she’d get the support and inpouring of tales she has. I think that when she first started sketching the rough outlines of Violence UnSilenced, she had a goal to be of aide to those who needed it, and to garner some help from around the intarwebz and from professionals.
Sure it might get some traffic. People would have heard through the grapevine that she had a new site up and it was for goodness’ sake and well, her blog is priceless.
I think it’s fairly safe to say that I am blown away. And it’s not even my baby. I can’t imagine how she feels, though I would wager further inspired to be a strong candidate.
After a week during which there’s been stories told, comments left and sympathies shared, this larger than a support meeting or blogger-ego-stroking thing, this site, I can already see, is doing something.
Getting people to talk, which is one of the major hurtles.
Now, we all know that getting me to talk isn’t tough. In fact, I’ve proposed to talk in a Room of Your Own at BlogHer about how easy it is to talk.
Unless it’s in a controlled environment. Like say, where other people congregate besides you fine folk that I’m comfie with. Wherein I might offend abuse survivors by saying that I loved when I hit JDawg.
I mean, I can portray myself a monster here, but there?
Maggie was graceful enough to let me tell my story, which you can read here.
I’m humbled at the response. Truly. I keep searching for a different word and I have none.
And I’m so proud that I got to take part in the first week of what is destined for saintliness in blogging. Go, poke around. Take the pledge. Wager to tell a story, if you have one. Good can come from us opening up.
