My mistrust [of men] is not, as one might expect, primarily a result of the violent acts done on my body, nor the vicious humiliations done to my dignity. It is, instead, born of the multitude of mundane betrayals that mark my every relationship with a man—the casual rape joke, the use of a female slur, the careless demonization of the feminine in everyday conversation, the accusations of overreaction, the eye rolling and exasperated sighs in response to polite requests to please not use misogynist epithets in my presence.
You’re allowed to be anything.
You’re not allowed to let it destroy you.
quick lil comic
Today’s lessons from a dog: We can still be excited and happy, even when we’re struggling.
I’m glad that you care that much.
But before that… let me take care of something.
Finally. I’m home.