I Didn't Know I Was Even Supposed

...there Was Cement In Her Soul. It Had Been There For A While, An Early Morning Disease Of Fatigue, Shapeless Desires, Brief Imaginary Glints Of Other Lives She Could Be Living, That Over The Months Melded Into A Piercing Homesickness.

The Educated Ones Leave, The Ones With The Potential To Right The Wrongs. They Leave The Weak Behind. The Tyrants Continue To Reign Because The Weak Cannot Resist. Do You Not See That It Is A Cycle? Who Will Break That Cycle?

Stories Matter. Many Stories Matter.

The Idea That Sex Is Something A Woman Gives A Man, And She Loses Something When She Does That, Which Again For Me Is Nonsense. I Want Us To Raise Girls Differently Where Boys And Girls Start To See Sexuality As Something That They Own, Rather Than Something That A Boy Takes From A Girl.

We Teach Girls That They Cannot Be Sexual Beings In The Way That Boys Are. If We Have Sons, We Don't Mind Knowing About Our Sons' Girlfriends, But Our Daughters' Boyfriends? God Forbid. But Of Course When The Time Is Right, We Expect Those Girls To Bring Back The Perfect Man To Be Their Husband.