I posted this on facebook a few weeks ago:
Circling the wagons, sharpshooters poised and at the ready. (Don't mess with this fierce and fragile woman.)
This was in response to attacks seemingly from all fronts: my cat was bleeding out, my house was (is) at risk, my kids were pissed because I was moving back into my house -- the entire swirl of my planet was so out of control -- it felt as if the only response was to back myself into a corner and arm myself. (A metaphor.) (I don't do guns.) (I'm a pacifist.) I went all Calamity Jane for a moment. (Calamity T.) Leave me the f-ck alone. When feeling vulnerable -- especially as a woman -- protect yourself on all fronts. No dark alleys, nothing exposed. Keep the keys protruding between your knuckles. (I remember learning this in a Women's Empowerment Class in the 1970's.)
Unfortunately, this has been grossly misinterpreted, which makes me very sad.
As my friend Joe said, "Don't shoot the piano player."
No intention of doing that.