"I AM NOT afraid, i was born to do this" please, jehanne la pucelle--
here, humming, the constant
burn whilst he--inkspinner--mollifies and
****** ****** skin
I AM NOT
afraid--the hum, epauliere lying
heavy, cumbersome--my shoulders are broad and
moth eaten, trembling, waste;
mom, my canines hurt; i have to
show my teeth.
there are gauntlets in my skin, mom, licks of
fever-heat beneath my heels.
I draw the Weary longsword.
"I AM the drum." see: i too spit blood, raise the banner; are we the drum, all
you and i? watch the masses close in.
conflagration inferno round and round;
the sting of flesh, the weight,
the ache in my gums; the
drum, which GOD beats out HIS message please, mom, it
hurts. please, jehanne, it hurts please beg me BE NOT AFRAID

I have learned that much of the pain in our world stems from a system that teaches men to disconnect from their emotions. I am beginning to understand that this conditioning, rooted in patriarchy, compels men to equate strength with emotional suppression and dominance, while vulnerability is seen as weakness. As I reflect on this, I see how it harms not just men, but everyone around them, distorting relationships and stifling love.

I am realizing that true liberation, for both men and women, requires breaking free from these destructive patterns. It is not enough to simply reject patriarchy on an intellectual level; I must also recognize the emotional toll it takes on men, who are conditioned to shut down their feelings and distance themselves from empathy. I have come to see that without emotional openness, without the freedom to feel and express tenderness, men remain trapped, unable to experience love in its fullness.

I have learned that healing requires more than dismantling external structures; it calls for a radical rethinking of masculinity. I am now convinced that men must be encouraged to embrace emotional vulnerability, to reconnect with their capacity for love and empathy. I understand that love, in its most profound sense, is transformative, and that it thrives when we allow ourselves to be open, honest, and unafraid of intimacy.

In this process of unlearning, I am reminded that the path to healing is not solitary. I have realized the importance of creating spaces where men can safely explore their emotions, where they can reconnect with the parts of themselves they have been taught to hide. I am committed to fostering communities that prioritize emotional growth and reject the outdated notions of control and dominance that have long defined masculinity.

I have come to believe that change is not only possible but necessary. It requires me, and all of us, to embrace new ways of being that honor emotional expression and nurture the kind of love that allows us to grow. I am committed to this journey, knowing that it holds the potential to reshape our world into one where love, justice, and connection can flourish.

——————

In a world where men must not reveal
the wounds that fester deep inside,
I see now, to heal, we must unseal
the softness that we’ve been denied.

The path is not for men to dominate,
but to embrace what makes us whole;
to find the grace in open hands,
and free us from our guarded souls.

In this, I trust, there is a way
where justice, love, and truth align.
Through courage, we can clear the way
and let our hearts entwine.

— Sincerely, Boris

Strength in the silence, fierce hearts that ignite; With patience and wisdom, they claim their birthright. 
Determined and bold, with compassion that’s deep; In the bonds of sisterhood, their spirits leap.

They rise unyielding, with voices that soar; Breaking the barriers, demanding much more. With kindness and courage, they stand side by side; United in purpose, their spirits our guide.

In their grace and their grit, they find their our own might; Together they flourish, igniting the light.

— Sincerely, Boris

In India, we need feminism
Because, it stands for equality
Before you start losing your calm
Please allow me to clarify
Feminism means not, women dominating men
It means equal rights for both men and women
And of course, women empowerment
Now, let me be blunt
India is not and has never been a great place for women
Our society enables male *******
In almost every sphere of life
Which ends up creating a lot of strife
It is time to change all of that
Hence, is feminism so important
Because, women need to find their voice
And for that, they must have a choice
To do what they desire
Without invoking the society's ire
So, it is time to dismantle our Brahminical patriarchy
Only then, can we really reform our society
Because, gender and caste go hand-in-hand
We cannot destroy gender inequality with a magic wand
It is necessary to strike at its very root
Which, essentially, is caste
For instance, why do so many rapes happen?
Because, they enable upper caste male *******
****** harassment and **** reinforce the caste structure
Thus, does the Manusmriti continue to influence gender
And proactively hinder women empowerment
Again, this is why feminism is so important
But it also needs to be intersectional
And include women at all levels
Of our wretched caste hierarchy
In order to achieve gender equality
It is necessary for Brahmin and Savarna women to take a pause
And allow Bahujan women to make uniformed choices for themselves
Instead of dictating terms to them all the time
Also, men need to be part of feminism
After all, inclusiveness is the very core of feminism
It transcends gender, ***, race, religion and caste
Was not Babasaheb Dr. B.R. Ambedkar one of India's greatest feminists?
It is thanks to this beautiful soul
That, at least in theory, are men and women equal
As far as our country is concerned
Therefore, feminism is something we greatly need
But it can be successful only when it includes everyone
Thus, in order to make India a much safer place for women
Everybody must adopt feminism
Because, it is equivalent to humanism!
Jai Bhim!!

it reminds me of gentleness
that had gone too long to remember
it reminds me of a lonely walk
in this dangerous unsafe world

it reminds me of an erased smile
grieves nobody wants to hear about
a long black cloak and i moved on
yet a never ending mourn

it reminds me of a faded love
and eyes that never satisfied
and i don’t want to be a flower
that wither when he loves another

my own skin
nice, tight, fuckable
get underneath it,
nail it.
it’s perfect
i’ve never seen anyone so perfect
flakey, hard to get,
coated in blood
bury it underneath the rest
another notch,
and i don’t have a bedpost
but i keep them on the nightstand when
i want to feel something.
this intimacy is frightening, but i’m a woman and i’m not scared of blood.
but why do i let it dry on my hands?
why don’t i mind the tang in the air?
i’m told i’m soft, i must be soft, i must stay soft
i do love when firm things cave in under my fingers,
so i guess so.
i try not to think of the days when my skin leaves painlessly
i try not to think of my eyes rolling back
i try not to think of my easy smile
i try not to realize why i go back, because
i’m a woman, so i must be good with pain.
i run towards it. i like pain, i guess.
i try to forget about the pleasure paired with it so i can be a good girl.
i’m still so avoidant!
the blood sits on my hands and i let it sit so i can
remember.
i remember the peel,
the perfect peel,
the peel shooting down to my stomach
*******, the sting of tears, of tears, almost ignoreable
and then it’s in my hand.
i made it. i made it after so much pain. what a relieving departure.
it’s ******. there’s wetness where it left.
my shame,
my damage,
my pleasure,
my blood,
my pride and joy,
my skin,
sits on my nightstand

To believe in equality for women is not simply an intellectual positioning I take; it is a moral obligation. Women deserve the same political, social, and economic rights as men, not as an act of charity, but as a reflection of their inherent humanity. This is not about diminishing men to raise women, but about correcting an imbalance that has gone unquestioned for far too long.

As a man, I ask myself: How can I actively contribute to the ongoing struggle for women’s rights, not as an outsider, but as a true ally?

First, I must educate myself. The history of women’s fight for equality is long, complex, and ongoing. It is my responsibility to understand that history, as well as the issues women face today. This knowledge is not passive—it informs me how I interact with the world and shapes the actions I take.

Second, I must listen. Truly listen. Not with the intent to respond, but with the intent to understand. The experiences of women in my life — my colleagues, friends, family, and especially my daughter; are the foundation of my learning. Through their stories, I gain insight into the barriers they face, and through their struggles, I find where my voice and actions can be of value.

Third, I must not be a bystander. Whether it’s a workplace, public setting, or even within my own community, I have a responsibility to stand up against violence or discrimination when it occurs. Silence perpetuates injustice. I cannot remain indifferent to the suffering of others, especially when my inaction would contribute to it.

Lastly, I must challenge the systems and mindsets around me, particularly among fellow men. I have a unique opportunity to engage in conversations that might feel uncomfortable but are necessary. When I speak against sexist attitudes, I’m not just correcting the behavior of others; I’m reinforcing a new standard for how we treat each other as human beings. It’s a small but significant way of reshaping the world for my daughter and for the women who will come after her.

This is more than a call to action. It is a promise, a commitment I make to myself; to continuously grow, to question my own biases, to become the kind of man who contributes to a more just and equal world. And it is a promise to my daughter—that I will strive to be an example of the respect, understanding, and compassion that all women deserve. In doing so, I hope to leave her a world better than the one I inherited, a world where her worth will never be in question.

— Sincerely, Boris

The goddess looks breathtaking
In her red saree, an emblem of marriage.
Her skin is soft to touch,
Yet she carries a heavy sword in her hands.
The goddess looks serene and calm,
Only that she is about to **** the darkness of demons who are awaiting their freedom.
The goddess wears Kohl in her eyes,
Only to smudge it with her tears.
As she wins the battles plunging the heart out of evil.
The goddess is a mother, she wears red bangles, a colour for both womanhood and rage,
Intertwined and interconnected since the beginning of time.
The Goddess has given birth to her children
with great pains and no agony can beat her strength.
As Devi would not hesitate to become a bloodthirsty Kali
To protect her children.
Divine femininity I bow to you.
Men can only know the power of violence,
But Devi knows the power of love,
How in times of war, it can be our biggest weapon.
Fueled by the energy to **** not out of hatred or Revenge,
But love that led a Mother to pick up arms
So she could protect us all
from the evil that harbours within.
Devi is divine feminine and I bow to her.
She has been created from the strength of all mothers and sisters and daughters.
She tells us the ancient tale of
how women always have had the hidden strength
To leave trails of destruction, only when forced.
Devi does not bleed every month only to be scared of the blood of
evil rakshasas on her hand.
The goddess will happily drink it
And decorate her hands with the demon's blood,
Spreading it on her fingers like red henna.
Devi looks focused, almost peaceful as she kills Mahishasur.
She doesn't want the glory of power.
Her only truth is love.
Even in the heat of battle, Devi's beauty shines through.
Divine Feminine, I bow to you.

To triumph as a woman is how you make goddess sing praise; Respect to all the ladies who persevere & show grace.

Love to all of those who stay poised when in doubt; Know that you’re great both within & without.

Life can be a deep abyss & yet she’ll still rise; Finding ways to improve the days from sunrise til night.

Be a friend to women around you, even those you don’t like; help her become something great & you’ll both be alright.