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Women are not mysterious. We are not shrouded in cloaks made from the night sky. We are not anomalies or irregularities in the data. Our nature has been hidden from men, by men. We have not been studied; Not extensively, thoroughly, over centuries. Not the way men have been, either. There was no equal footing in analyses. Women were test subjects, when men were patients. When we were "relevant" at all. This pattern literally kills us quicker. In medicine, and love. In the office and the bedroom. In the workshop and the nursery. In the kitchen. In the kitchen. Some food for your soul: Everyone is magical. You don't need a pointy hat and a ****** Everyone is intellectual. You don't need spectacles, white skin, or a ***** Everyone is environmental. Just go outside. You just need to be you. Subscribing to the binary and rejecting it completely: One ties your hands, the other your feet. Be all the parts of you. Then you can feel Whole.
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Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC
Between Our Legs, and Everywhere Else
Women are not mysterious. We are not shrouded in cloaks made from the night sky. We are not anomalies or irregularities in the data. Our nature has been hidden from men, by men. We have not been studied; Not extensively, thoroughly, over centuries. Not the way men have been, either. There was no equal footing in analyses. Women were test subjects, when men were patients. When we were "relevant" at all. This pattern literally kills us quicker. In medicine, and love. In the office and the bedroom. In the workshop and the nursery. In the kitchen. In the kitchen. Some food for your soul: Everyone is magical. You don't need a pointy hat and a ****** Everyone is intellectual. You don't need spectacles, white skin, or a ***** Everyone is environmental. Just go outside. You just need to be you. Subscribing to the binary and rejecting it completely: One ties your hands, the other your feet. Be all the parts of you. Then you can feel Whole.
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Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC
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