“Women are afraid of meeting a serial killer. Men are afraid of meeting someone fat.” —
When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating.
It reminds me of that famous Margaret Atwood quote: “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” It also reminds me of something written by one of the mods of Sex Worker Problems: “Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”
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“it is so easy to confuse love with wanting to be needed, wanting to be touched, wanting to be wanted.
i used to want to be wanted, to be needed. and then i was and it didnt feel so great anymore. sometimes i feel like my body is out to get me. that i was given these tits and ass and hazel eyes, as a curse, and thats it a trap, that is a punishment.
i want to do right. i want to make good decisions, but the harder i try to do it, the worse i make things and the worse things make me. there are so many things wrong with me. and its so strange how when you came along you pointed out the good and beautiful things, and showed them to me, and gave me back my name, and my truth…”
- from “how heavy it all is, this weightlessness” | esperanza friel
‘I have no power to change you
or explain your ways
Never believe a man can change a woman
Those men are pretenders
who think
that they created woman
from one of their ribs
Woman does not emerge from a man’s rib’s, not ever,
it’s he who emerges from her womb
like a fish rising from depths of water
and like streams that branch away from a river
It’s he who circles the sun of her eyes
and imagines he is fixed in place
I have no power to tame you
or domesticate you
or mitigate your first instincts
This task is impossible
I’ve tested my intelligence on you
also my dumbness
Nothing worked with you, neither guidance
nor temptation
Stay primitive as you are
I have no power to break your habits
for thirty years you have been like this
for three hundred years
a storm trapping in a bottle
a body by nature sensing the scent of a man
assaults it by nature
triumphs over it by nature
Never believe what a man says about himself
that he is the one who makes the poems
and makes the children
It is the woman who writes the poems
and the man who signs his name to them
It is the woman who bears the children
and the man who signs at the maternity hospital
that he is the father
I have no power to change your nature
my books are of no use to you
and my convictions do not convince you
nor does my fatherly council do you any good
you are the queen of anarchy, of madness, of belonging
to no one
Stay that way
You are the tree of femininity that grows in the dark
needs no sun or water
you the sea princess who has loved all men
and loved no one
slept with all men… and slept with no one
you are the Bedouin woman who went with all the tribes
and returned a virgin
Stay that way.’
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When you told me
that you just wanted
to be friends,
all I could do was smile,
and act as if
I didn’t mind that our relationship
was taking two steps backwards.
When in all actuality,
I was just wondering
who was becoming
your next victim,
and why you cut
our connections so quickly
without the thought
of what I wanted.
But right after
that thought of selfishness,
I realized that
you never really cared
about how I felt
in the first place.
found an old picture of an Art Walk during the fall of 2012
hell yes i am
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