Keeping My Name, Not circumcising my boy, and other thoughts from a strongly opinionated woman

I'm not ever changing my name, unless it's for witness protection. Don't worry folks, I am not close to being engaged so it's not really an issue. But I am a mother of an 8 month old boy. Glorious little gem of a human, born at home and unvaccinated by the western hands of fear and greed. I plan on fighting the system and anyone else who doesn't stop to educate themselves before making judgements and following blindly along the path. I'm no genius, but I do consider myself a smart woman and a strong one. Where are the rest of my ilk, I wonder? Where are the women who dare to change the standard and stand up to generations of men chopping off their sons' foreskins? It's considered criminal to do that to a woman, yet it is practiced all over Africa and the Middle East. I know we Americans do so much to remain hairless, odorless, and foreskinless...for what? To be cleaner? Closer to some judgey puritanical God? I took one look at my baby and knew he was created perfect and whole. I knew hurting him was not an option, even if my family and his own father fought me tooth and nail. I fight for the freedom to choose, the idea that we are wonderful creatures as nature intended.
I feel misplaced in time. I feel my religion is being present and taking care of the earth and her creatures. I am a juicy, sometimes musky and hairy, often curvaceous and wild sister, mother, daughter. I don't understand how so many Christians took a Jew, bleached him out, added a couple of Pagan holiday rituals from the Sun God, threw in a magical gift bearing Elf and flying reindeer, and condemned the very wine they drink in sacred communion on the wrong day. Candlemas became Christmas, and though I don't subscribe to either religion, it still makes me mad. I feel bad that the very land covered in cement used to breathe and be a part of the humans who lived with it, not killing and conquering it. OWNING IT. I will not take part in some ritualized agreement to Obey and give away my identity! I might sound angry to you, but it is really just venting my passion so that others may hear one voice not afraid to speak out. So many women died for me to have the right to vote, to wear pants, to own property! Who are these imitation women with plastic EVERYTHING shopping and consuming and trying to bust through glass ceilings without a nod to the past? Without the respect for our elders and women who died fighting for our rights to be educated, strong, free? I look around at the sleepwalking society, puppeteered by consumerism and a lack of identity and I VOW not to become one of them. I VOW to give my son a fighting chance to be a human being full of life, wonder, excitement, reverence for life and nature, and respect for himself and his mother.