I Cannot Keep Track And Lots Of

Nobody Ever Asks A Man How He Gets Stuff Done. Nobody Asks A Man How He Finds Balance.

You Can Waste Your Lives Drawing Lines. Or You Can Live Your Life Crossing Them.

I Don't Know If Anyone Has Noticed But I Only Ever Write About One Thing: Being Alone. The Fear Of Being Alone, The Desire To Not Be Alone, The Attempts We Make To Find Our Person, To Keep Our Person, To Convince Our Person To Not Leave Us Alone, The Joy Of Being With Our Person And Thus No Longer Alone, The Devastation Of Being Left Alone. The Need To Hear The Words: You Are Not Alone.

This Moment Right Here, Me Standing Up Here All Brown With My Boobs And My Thursday Night Of Network Television Full Of Women Of Color, Competitive Women, Strong Women, Women Who Own Their Bodies And Whose Lives Revolve Around Their Work Instead Of Their Men, Women Who Are Big Dogs, That Could Only Be Happening Right Now.

I Read A Lot Of Studies About The Fact That There Is A Bias In The Way Health Care Is Doled Out, Down To The Fact That Most Medical Studies Are Done On Men, Not Women, So Most Dosages Are Planned For Men, Not Women, And On And On. And More Than That, Women's Pain Is Gauged Differently And Their Complaints Are Received Differently. And The Idea That There's A Place Where You Can Go Where Everything Is Geared Toward You, As A Woman, Is Great. But It's A Shame That We Need To Find Places That Are "safe" When The World, The Whole World, Should Be A Safe Place.