This isn’t your typical website. No two pages are alike. Blah is boring. Dr. Tamara MC is a maximalist and has created each page of her website with whimsy and opulence. Imagine you are walking into a storybook filled with color and magic. Voila– Join her on this journey! Each page has a different theme with things that she loves (and hopefully with things you also love!).
Dr. Tamara MC has many interests and is multi-hyphenated. Her website includes information about writing (creative nonfiction and memoir), coercive control and gender-based violence (such as cults, child marriage, human trafficking, and polygamy), and disability (Autism and ADHD). And SO, SO much more. Welcome to your home on the Internet, where each of us can feel a little less lonely and whole lot more seen.
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About Dr. Tamara MC
- Author
- Academic
- Artist
- Activist
About Dr. Tamara MC
- Author
- Academic
- Artist
- Activist
- Middle East Peace Activist
- Muslim Jewish Love Advocate
- Language, Culture, & Identity Expert
- Holocaust Storyteller/Neverforgetter
- Gender, Diversity, Inclusivity Punkster
- Refugee/Immigrant Experience Truthteller
- Transition Cheerleader
- International Educator
- Teacher Trainer
- Writing Coach
- Creative Arts Consultant
- Happiness & Joy Igniter
- Natural Health Practioner
- Dream Sanctuary Creator
Peace, Love, & Joy
- Middle East Peace Activist
- Muslim Jewish Love Advocate
- Language, Culture, & Identity Expert
- Holocaust Storyteller/Neverforgetter
- Gender, Diversity, Inclusivity Punkster
- Refugee/Immigrant Experience Truthteller
- Transition Cheerleader
- International Educator
- Teacher Trainer
- Writing Coach
- Creative Arts Consultant
- Happiness & Joy Igniter
- Natural Health Practioner
- Dream Sanctuary Creator
Peace, Love, & Joy
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Dr. Tamara MC is a lifelong vegetarian and lover of all sentient beings.
If you love animals, you will get along great!
If you love pink sheep, you’ll get along even more magnificently.
The Daily Reality of Growing Up In A Cult
I constantly monitored every last breath, how I slept, how I breathed, how I ate. I was taught that if I had even one bad thought, God would know.
Girls in my cult were drilled, above all else, to serve our communities and to give up our nafs, the Arabic word for self. In being forced to give up our identities, our bodies, minds, and spirits were unprotected. We completely lost our sense of self and didn’t know where our bodies stopped and the perpetrators’ bodies began. Girls in fundamentalist communities are often given the same instructions—to give up their essence, their very being.
We didn’t know whom to trust or where to turn because all roads led to the same place—men in power, who yielded black leather whips, forcing us to work, marry, and do whatever they demanded. We were locked in compounds, behind metal gates and tall walls, with no way out. Without access to transportation, television, books, newspapers, radios (it was the 80s), proper clothing, and hygiene items, we were stuck-like-chuck, to put it mildly.
I was groomed to believe I should marry early, so I didn’t provoke men. If a man desired me, it was my fault, not theirs. If they acted irreligiously and raped me, I was to blame. All blame, all the ills of the cult, returned to the girls. -- Dr. Tamara MC
I was groomed to believe I should marry early, so I didn’t provoke men. If a man desired me, it was my fault, not theirs. If they acted irreligiously and raped me, I was to blame. All blame, all the ills of the cult, returned to the girls. -- Dr. Tamara MC
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Poetry: Fish by Tamara MC
Our toilet grew shadows that morning, breathing ammonia. The steward fed it bleach until it learned to swallow properly.At 2:30 a.m. the sea counts minutes. He splits from our bed like cell division, returns with salt in his pores. We share a queen size ocean, legs evolving into separate species until I graft mine into […]
Barbie’s Blue Leather Case
Twenty hours stretch between Tucson and Mazatlán, Mexico on a highway that never ends. Hour one, 6 AM: inside the 1969 baby blue VW van, metal heats and expands as the dawn breaks pink over the Catalina Mountains. Saguaros cast long shadows across Interstate 19. My mother spends hours preparing the back for our journey—layering serapes, […]
A Perfect Palm Springs Weekend
Palms, Parties, and Pink Cotton Candy Palm Springs sparkles with mid-century glamour, healing hot springs, and endless sunshine. Named for the natural hot springs of the Agua Caliente Band of Cahuilla Indians, this desert oasis sits at the base of Mount San Jacinto, creating a unique microclimate that attracted Hollywood stars beginning in the 1920s. […]
HER/HIS story, dawn, and Joy
HER/HIS story MC sits on a hard chair shaking her head. It is pre-summer 2013 and MC’s big breasts fall out of MC’s flowered razorback bra. MC’s black thong swings up from MC’s black yoga pants. It is 11:06 am and horns are honking on the avenue. Later, when MC will be eating cornbread casserole […]
Miami Vice, 1993
His Murphy bed dropped from the wall in that Arizona studio apartment. While he watched Miami Vice.Ed wash the teacups, wipe counters. clear away his MIS textbooks. Bight PM sharp:catching glimpses of Don Johnson’s world between dishes and dusting. Espadrilles with no socks. silk t-shirts.Bangladesh to AZfiltered through pink and palm trees on his twelve-inch […]
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FAQs
My name is pronounced:
“Tamara” like the sun will come out tomorrow.
“MC” like emcee, not McDonalds.
My students often call me Doc MC, and you can too.
Someone who believes in the magical strength of all girls, women, and female-identifying humans to live free in matriarchal magnificence.
And yes, I did make up this title.
Pink is power. Unicorns represents our eternal search for magic.
Joy is transgressive. Being joyful is activism.
“Joy and pain
Like sunshine and rain”
(From the lyrics of Rob Base.)
Absolutely!
This is an inclusive space, and anyone who supports our mission is welcome.
I’ve loved Barbie since I was a little girl. She was able to do all the things I dreamed of before I was physically able.
Barbie was my girl way before the movie premiered.
Absolutely nothing. That’s exactly why unicorns are the symbol of my brand and my website. Unicorns stand for freedom.
No! She has no training or certificates in these areas, just a lifetime of experience.
