Also known as Mary Fields, Stagecoach Mary was one of the toughest ladies of the Old West. Born as a slave on a Tennessee plantation in 1832, she gained her freedom after the Civil War and the resulting abolition of slavery. After the Civil War Mary made her way West where she eventually settled in Cascade County, Montana.
In Montana, Mary would gain a reputation as one of the toughest characters in the territory. Unlike most women of the Victorian era, Mary had a penchant for whiskey, cheap cigars, and brawling. It was not uncommon for men to harass her because of her race or her gender. Those who earned her disfavor did so at their own risk, as the six foot tall, two hundred pound woman served up a mean knuckle sandwich. According to her obituary in Great Falls Examiner, “she broke more noses than any other woman in Central Montana”.
In Montana, Mary made a living doing heavy labor for a Roman Catholic convent. She did work such as carpentry, chopping wood and stone work. However, it was her job of transporting supplies to the convent by wagon that would earn her the name “Stagecoach Mary”. The job was certainly dangerous as she braved fierce weather, bandits, robbers and wild animals. In one instance her wagon was attacked by wolves, causing the horses to panic and overturn the wagon. Throughout the night Stagecoach Mary fought off several wolf attacks with a rifle, a ten gauge shotgun, and a pair of revolvers.
Mary’s job with the convent ended when another hired hand complained it was not fair that she made more money than him to the townspeople and the local bishop. When the bishop dismissed his claims, he went to a local saloon, saying that it was not fair that he should have to work with a black woman (he said something much more obscene). In response, Mary shot him in the bum. The bishop fired Mary, and she was out of a job.
After a failed attempt at running a restaurant, Stagecoach Mary was hired to run freight for the US Postal Service. Today she holds the distinction of being the first African American postal employee. Despite delivering parcels to some of the most remote and rugged areas of Montana, Mary gained a reputation for always delivering on time regardless of the weather or terrain.
At the age of seventy, Stagecoach Mary retired from the parcel business and opened a laundry. In one incident when a customer refused to pay, the 72-year-old woman knocked out one of his teeth. For the remainder of her life, Mary settled down to peace and quiet, drinking whiskey and smoking cheap cigars. She passed away in 1914 at the age of 82.
I am surprised by how much sex I have had in my life that I didn’t want to have. Not exactly what’s considered “real” rape, or “date” rape, although it is a kind of rape of the spirit - a dishonest portrayal or distortion of my own desire in order to appease another person.
I said yes because I felt it was too much trouble to say no. I said yes because I didn’t want to have to defend my “no,” qualify it, justify it - deserve it. I said yes because I thought I was so ugly and fat that I should just take sex every time it was offered, because who knew when it would be offered again. I said yes to partners I never wanted in the first place, because to say no at any point after saying yes for so long would make our entire relationship a lie, so I had to keep saying yes in order to keep the “no” I felt a secret. That is such a messed-up way to live, such an awful way to love.
So these days, I say yes only when I mean yes. It does require some vigilance on my part to make sure I don’t just go on sexual automatic pilot and let people do whatever. It forces me to be really honest with myself and others. It makes me remember that loving myself is also about protecting myself and defending my own borders. I say yes to me.
Margaret Cho, “Yes Means Yes” (via lovesweetvenom)
D: so important…someone needed to talk about this
So commonly we think of rape as associated with a scary man lurking in a dark alleyway at night. Opening up discussion about it and raising awareness means more and more people understanding that this is not really the common situation. But as a culture, as a deep set belief, this is how far it all really goes. While there is a verbal consent, it is not a confident consent and it shows the depth of society’s failure. Failure to treat a woman with the respect she deserves and give her the knowledge that she too has value as a human being. Failure to teach everyone what meaningful relationships are made of. Failure of a lot of things…and I’m watching my friends do the same thing still, going on “sexual autopilot” and all. Bleh. We don’t need that anymore.
"Hilda’s gotten calmer with age, I think. When I was being trained by her, she was a little scary. I guess she thought you learned faster if you didn’t want to keep getting yelled at. Whatever her reasoning, she knew what she was doing."
- Mom’s commentary while sitting at the Hilda Gurney dressage clinic
The video this is from is even better because there’s like five minutes of video of these dogs and then at the very end this happens and you hear a little “Frrt” and the dog makes that face and it just
The legs bring the horse to the seat, and the seat brings the horse to the hands. When the teacher says “shorten the reins” it needs to be translated into: “engage the hind legs, sit on them, and then take the slack out of the reins”, because if you shorten the reins from front to back, the horse will only resist.
Reminder that while the concept of virginity is technically a social construct, your sexual debut is still allowed to be special to you, and you are still allowed to wait and want to make it meaningful, and your self-perception is still allowed to change after you have sex. Just as long as you’re doing these things for yourself, and not because someone told you that you should.
You do you.
Since I’ve grown in followers so quickly, and you’re all so wonderful, I decided to do a giveaway!
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- This post must reach 100 reblogs, or we’ll pretend this never happened.
First place winner will get to choose two of the following:
- Polo wraps in your color of choice.
- Overreach boots in your color of choice.
- A 5 pound container of Farnam Apple Elite Electrolytes
- OralX Calm and Cool Pellets
- An assortment of brushes
- A Tough-1 hay bag
- A Rider’s International quilted saddle pad in the color of your choice. (This can be monogrammed!)
Second and third place winners will get to pick one item that is left once the first-place winner has chosen.
Brands of items may vary depending on if items are being shipped internationally.
Winners will be drawn randomly out of a hat.
Entries will be accepted until 11:59 p.m. EST on December 15th! Winners will be notified as quickly as I can. I can’t promise a day because school and life can get in the way.