Yes, I say my name is Jennifer because that’s my name. And since Joan probably won’t publish me, here’s what I had to say on this post (yes, it links to her)
My candle was for Lydia and women like her. Jennifer is my real name, the one on my birth certificate. My parents wanted it to be normal since there’s weren’t. My grandfather was an immigrant from the Philippines.
I know you won’t publish this. That’s fine. It’s your space. But I give you my word that I won’t censor you on my blog. And I do plan to publish my comment on my blog. Probably repeatedly.
Awe, Joan. You wanna play?
Let me go ahead and tell you the location of the landmines your going to step in. Jennifer is my real, honest, legal name. I’ll show you both my drivers license and my conceal carry permit with the numbers blocked out if that helps. Everyone who has sent a check to my husband has my actual street address. They could put it in their GPS and drive to where we live.
Oh right, none of that matters to you. You’re going to tell me that I have no idea what it feels like to be a victim to feel powerless. You’re going to tell me that I’ve always been privileged to avoid the evil in the world.
I should warn you now that you are wrong there too. Just so you don’t really piss me right the hell off, you might go on and read this first. If that’s not enough, I can provide more. You can email me directly at jennifer AT injennifershead DOT com. I’ll give you my cell phone number if you want to chat. Readers, you are allowed to test that and comment.
You want to Google me and trash my background? There’s dirt there. Good juicy dirt too. I will tell you that I have in my file cabinet the documentation that shows that it’s not nearly as sensational as the news reports. You’ll look like a jackass when I refute you.
Yep, brother was arrested for murder. He didn’t do it, by the way. She was killed by blunt force trauma likely dealt by the drug dealer she was visiting that also broke the window of her vehicle. Not that any of that made the news. He’s a prohibited person anyway. He was released. Lack of evidence. Also, not in the news.
I loved that girl. I wear a bracelet that she gave me as a memorial to her. She wasn’t always on the right side of the law herself, but she didn’t deserve to be murdered. But her murderer didn’t use a gun so I guess my friend doesn’t matter to you.
I’m a Christian too. Jesus didn’t tell us to submit to evil. He told his disciples to sell their cloaks if they did not have a sword. Apparently, self defense was more important than warmth. It gets awful cold in the desert at night.
Maybe talking to me is hard. Would you like to talk to my friend? She’s got a VPO against the drug-dealing father of her children. I’ll warn you in advance that she understands that piece of paper holds no actual power.
Thanks for the 4 hits, Joan.