Honest Words on Objectification

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I’m tired.

I’m tired of reading media talking about Australian Politicians dodging rape and assault allegations.

I’m tired of watching them get away with it.

I’m tired of watching their reputations maintained. Nothing but an awkward moment we won’t talk about in a few weeks.

And so the wheels keep spinning.

I’m tired of the ways this reminds me of Christianity — Carl Lentz and Ravi Zacharias and Mosaic Church. Hillsong and C3 and all the others being called to attention.

I tried to ignore those stories, you know. I tried to ignore it. I tried to let it go…

Let’s Break the Taboo.

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No, really. No one talks about leaving. Maybe it’s taboo. Maybe it’s because people are afraid that if they talk about it, it’ll happen more. We don’t talk about leaving church because we’re scared people will actually leave church. We don’t talk about leaving marriages or long-term relationships because we’re scared that people will start to leave them more often. And, because we don’t talk about it, no one ever knows how to navigate it. It becomes taboo, dirty, something to fear. People don’t know how to navigate when our friends and family members leave. Leaders in churches don’t know…

An Open Letter to the Church

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Hi church,

I know it’s been a while since we last spoke. Well, until last year when I came out of the blue and wrote you that letter. Here’s the thing, I wrote that it had been so long since I had considered you. But thats not entirely true. Although I haven’t considered you as a viable option for me recently, it is as though I cannot go a day without you pressing on my mind. You are always with me. The strangest things still trigger the religious trauma I’m yet to evade.

I know, I know. “It wasn’t all…

Starting The Year With A Shower

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I got rained on the first day of 2021 and it felt poetic. In the way that as the rain fell on my glasses and my shoulders and my feet, all the “last year shit” was washed away. I’m learning to embrace the cool rain and the pretty views that come from unexpected showers. I’m learning to embrace the seasons of rest, and to know my worth doesn’t depend on if I get rained on in the process.

It was a tough year for everyone, on varying levels, and god knows that hasn’t changed. A day (or 5, by the…

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A poem for everyone who’s ever heard these…

Part 1: Leadership Hierarchies and Identity Erasure

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Hi church,

It’s been a while since we last spoke.
It’s been a while since I even considered you, I’ll be honest. I’ve grown and changed and evolved so much, dug deeper into my self, thought deeply about spirituality, and I just haven’t had a moment to give you.

But, it’s time.

Its time I wrote to you.
Its time I brought some things to light.
Its time I asked you to do better.

It’s well past the time for you to do better, church.

This is the first open letter of a few I have prepared, where I will bring to light some areas…

Or, the complexity of accepting vulnerability in the everyday.

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I made a choice.

I decided I would live honest.

I had spent too much of my time, held by ideas and systems and other peoples decisions and beliefs.

I decided I would share honestly online, as well as offline.

I decided I would share my heart, and engage in conversations that mattered.

I decided it was more important to be honest, to share my truth, my experience, my words — then to continue in silence, as I had done before.

Maybe it was because up until this last year, I had spent too much of my life being held…

A Poem about Ownership and Bodies

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she is not an object
not an item to be ogled
not a game to be played
not a pet for your leers -

she is not yours
she cannot be yours
you cannot own a body
a body is her own

I am my own
and this body,
she is mine and
she is me.

and you
cannot tell her
that she is a glass
to have others fingerprints stained upon her
a tease
when they-you-they are the ones to make her sexual
and who make her sexuality
a fucking prize
a temptation
when you have made her that way …

A few years ago, I hit burnout hard.

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I was working a job that ended up being 3-jobs in one. Classic, for the type of organisation it was. They expected me to work and work and work and pour my entire self into my work. So pour myself out I did, because I was so desperate to achieve, so desperate to be of value, and had been taught for so long that value is found in what you do.

I’d been there before — this familiar place of burnout. I knew it well. I’d worked in too many volunteer positions to count, all while holding full-time jobs, sometimes…

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Deconstruction has been like falling.

Or, like flying.

I am yet to decide which.

It started with a whisper. A recognition — or revelation, if you like — that something wasn’t quite right in the narrative I had been taught to believe. The whisper compelled me to ask questions, not just of my community and what I had swallowed as true; but of myself, too.

As I searched, read, wondered, and examined — the whisper (and look, honestly, the research that is available and accessible) showed me the gaps, the cracks, and the pieces that don’t belong anymore. I began to recognise that the worldview…

Jasmine Johnston

I write about love, being human, and deconstruction. Advocate for self-love & embodiment. Hype gal for creatives. @jasminejohnston___ on the gram.

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