I'm comfortable disagreeing with people and sharing my opinion... probably a little too  comfortable. But I don't speak up about my controversial opinions a lot. I write things here and there on my blog, but I rarely discuss them with people who aren't my friends (and my friends tend to agree with me, so that's an easy discussion).

Part of my silence is because I can be kind of apathetic - there aren't a lot of issues that I am so hung up on that I'm willing to go out and advocate to change. This isn't something I'm proud of, it's basically laziness.

Another reason is that I'm not extremely tactful. I don't know how to say what I want to say and it ends up coming out really harsh and blunt... not at all educated or sincere. I have a hard time drawing upon why I feel the way I do - I just word vomit.

My silence has spared me from the line of fire that most Mormon feminists face. I haven't argued with many people about these issues because they've really never come up. That's a major perk of people not knowing your opinions, or at least not knowing how strong they are. I read blogs and facebook posts from people who do speak up, and they deal with so much pain and rejection.

Today I spoke up. Way too forcefully, as usual. But I tried to explain what I felt.

And I fell on my face.