Have A Nice, Cuntlovin' Day.

I Work Grief And Sadness Out Of My Body When I Dance, And I Bring In Joy And Rhythm.

What Happens To People Living In A Society Where Everyone In Power Is Lying, Stealing, Cheating And Killing, And In Our Hearts We All Know This, But The Consequences Of Facing All These Lies Are So Monstrous, We Keep On Hoping That Maybe The Corporate Government Administration And Media Are On The Level With Us This Time. Americans Remind Me Of Survivors Of Domestic Abuse. This Is Always The Hope That This Is The Very, Very, Very Last Time One's Ribs Get Re-broken Again.

Loving, Knowing, And Respecting Our Bodies Is A Powerful And Invincible Act Of Rebellion In This Society.

As Ever, The Original Inhabitants Of Turtle Island Are Entirely Overlooked. Mysteriously, The Only Time Indigenous People Are Guaranteed A Mainstream Amerikkan Mention Is On Thanksgiving. Again, To Contextualize, This Would Be Be Kinda Like Someone Busting Into Your House And Robbing You Blind, Then Sending You Postcards Once A Year To Remind You How Much They Are Enjoying All Of Your Stuff, And Getting Annoyed With You If You Don't Respond With Appreciation For Their Thoughtfulness.

It's Like Suddenly In The Middle Ages, People Figured Men Should Be In Charge Of Women's Bodies Since They Were In Charge Of Pretty Much Everything Else