Sorry I Didn’t Wait Till 8 March To Speak
Yesterday I was introduced on stage by a misogynist host. After I performed a piece about womanhood, another man began harassing me.
Yesterday I was introduced on stage by a misogynist host. After I performed a piece about womanhood, another man began harassing me.
Marriage becomes a political boundary between people, turning them from friends into people needing security checks & visas.
I read ‘Carrie’ by Stephen King. In the same week, I received an invitation to a school alumni meet.
It ended because he assumed it was what he thought and what he had to say. It didn’t even occur to him to think of what I was thinking.
Everyone I know is on a treadmill. I wish I knew more people like me. The ones that tried getting off it.
Paper Plane & coffee
I’m in heartbreak. I’m Scarlett O’Hara pining for the virtues of Melanie Wilkes. I’m some other kind of woman.
I had a chance to get this off my chest last year. I’m so grateful for the stage giving me a chance to voice things that had been eating away my insides for too long. I’ve been silenced by well-meaning friends and others who are just inconvenienced by anything other…
I sang. There was music.
Heartbreak. It’s hard work getting past it but hard work never scared me. It’s lack of hope that terrifies me. Yet, my automatic reaction has been to freeze up into a wall of silence, stoicism, concrete hardness. There is no hope beyond a wall of that nature. I decided to…