I am not an Extremist, I am hardly Feminist, I just am: and that's okay. And I know that a public demonstration of kindness and love can have the same great effect as that done behind closed doors.
What should have always been by nature (loving, being kind, being humane, etc.) has seemingly become a phenomenon. It should have always been. Being. Existed and still existing. Acted upon and currently in action. But it's timed out and needs a refresh. Start here. Start now.
Make a sign if you want to, buy someone a meal, give someone a hug, tell someone you love them. Tell. Someone. You. Love. Them. Intermix and interlove. Love love love. Think, think, think. Care, care, care. Be loving, be thoughtful, be caring.
These elements are in our blood. When cut, blood turns red. Our veins? They show our blood: blue. But they are all the same blood in the end.
A letter to myself. You can read it, love it, agree with it, or do all the opposites of those. Whichever you choose, know that I believe that that is okay. My hope is to take something away this, after all...I wrote it. But I hope to help someone who feels just as numbed and lost as I. That is my hope. And to you, I love you. And to the opposing, I love you too. I really do. I acknowledge every side of this mess. But I choose to be on the side I have always walked, and that is in a way of being kind, and showing love. Thank you.