A decade I ago I pondered the question, “Can a man be a feminist?”. Has my answer changed since then?
Why does a woman have to earn a life of dignity through abuse & assault when men receive it as birthright?
A house that is a warzone. A courtroom for custody battles. Dumping ground for other people’s pain. My body.
If I were fifteen years younger, I’d identify as nonbinary. Gender has been the biggest weapon of the beaten path.
Giving sex an easy place in my mind, required moving around the furniture inside my head – old traumas, inherited shame, cultural taboos. This book taught me flying.
What were the brutal experiences of the last two years but lessons in love? Who are you when all has been stripped away/
Gehraiyaan isn’t a great Valentine’s Day release. But it does make for some rich girltalk fodder.
I want a new fairytale.
Girl, love yourself though it be hard.
His voice holds me. His words unravel me. And the trouble is the unraveling, the undoing, the blurring continue long after the voice has gone silent, the line cold. Because words, they linger. Burning flesh wounds inside defenses. And everything else feels harder, sharper, steelier. I am in a world…