Despair is a sin…there are people who have proved to me that we can be better than we are.
I don’t want to be protected. I want to be free.
Men explain things to me, still. And no man has ever apologized for explaining, wrongly, things that I know and they don’t. Not yet, but according to the actuarial tables, I may have another forty-something years to live, more or less, so it could happen. Though I’m not holding my breath.
I say “fuck” because I will own that word when I want. I own my body, and I own my language. Patriarchy insists it controls our mouths just as it insists it controls our pussies and our cunts. Fuck the patriarchy.
I’ve got more hunger than my body can hold.