Sex Object

Recognizing suffering is not giving up and it’s not weak.

I started to ask myself: Who would I be if I didn’t live in a world that hated women? I’ve been unable to come up with a satisfactory answer, but I did realize that I’ve long been mourning this version of myself that never existed.

Who would I be if I didn’t live in a world that hated women?

All of my successes were his successes, but all of my failures were mine alone

dribs and drabs

The idea that these crimes are escapable is the blind optimism of men who don’t understand what it means to live in a body that attracts a particular kind of attention with magnetic force.

Men’s pain and existential angst are the stuff of myth and legends and narratives that shape everything we do, but women’s pain is a backdrop—a plot development to push the story along for the real protagonists.

I am not the only one who had a boyfriend who called me stupid

She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them

Who would I be if I didn’t live in a world that hated women?