and I cannot hold them.
So I fall in love with the man in the moon.
He makes the tide uncover me. Then takes off
his glasses and explains, ‘I’ve brought you
this gift: the starkness of my hands and
the crater of my mouth.’"
— Katherine Larson, from "The Gardens in Tunisia" (via asongwithnoend)
Maybe if I just say this over and over and over:
“Woman” is a political class. It’s made up of human beings who share the common condition of being exploited based on their biological sex and the common goal of liberation.
“Woman” is not a choice, but an imposed reality.