I wrote the text below as a response to another blogger’s very insightful and important thoughts about feminism. I realized later that my response had
She realized that she had Lately been developing An obsession with hands They seemed to have taken on Almost mythic importance Hands could push
Originally posted on Chartwell West:
I’m not a liberal. I’m not a safe space, social crusader. I’m not a sore loser who can’t get over…
I tried to focus on what the professor was saying. But it was 4:15 pm and the classroom was warm and she was in class.
Lest you fear that I have been a little too heteronormative lately, today’s Daily Song is the delightful Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko. Reminds me of my teens.
I have felt disconnected from The larger community for some time Feeling as though my marriage to a man Grants me a heterosexual privilege That
They sit side by side on the beach Only arms and knees touching The wind is strong and ruffles his hair Like a flaming flag
“One last wake up call. Yesterday. Even babies know. Yours and mine. It was all day. Kindergarteners wondered how someone who says bad words was
The world has recently convinced me That it is more important than ever That I be loud That I be passionate That I be unapologetic