just a few more minutes please?
in your arms, before it gets complicated?
just a couple more touches, here and there?
a few more movie dates?
just one more chance to straddle you in warm lake water and kiss you until i get shy of watching eyes
just a few more minutes walking around a shopping mall, hesitating to hold your hand,
just one more hike, one more perfect view
just another t shirt that smells like you?
or maybe another long drive in your car
or just a few more phone calls
with that deep tired voice
before it gets old
before you get mean
before it fades
just a few more moments
and then i’ll walk away
#(a poem for when it’s only a matter of time)
It's so draining xo
Just wanted to tell y'all how grateful I am that radblr exists. Bright spot of my day to be able to interact with women of similar outlooks and theoretical backgrounds in this cesspool of a culture
what the heart does best is convince you it’s only purpose is to pump blood like a metal machine housed in your soft body. until something gets to you, then you forget there’s anything else it’s meant to do besides ache, and ache, and ache.
we barely move , only breathy laughs between us as we lay together
(we’re trying not to wake Desire)
(Desire, the monster that makes us serious)
you’re not a real feminist if you don’t piss off both the left and the right
“So... how do you torture a woman? [.] You can pry her body away from her mind, or you can pry her mind away from her body [...] To pry her body away from her mind, you need to physically humiliate her. Of course, rape is the most traditional method, but it's not the only one [...] You can ridicule her body […]you can make her strap her breasts in. You can make her embarrassed about her periods. You can make her frightened of puberty, frightened of sex, frightened of aging, frightened of eating. You can terrorize her with her own body, and then she will torture herself.” (Gage 21)
Does anyone have the quote that says something like ‘if you want to torture a woman you have to get her to divide her body and mind/get her to hate her body’?????
I can’t remember it, and I can’t find my picture of it (though I may not have the screenshot anymore)
cousins
that time you
covered me with your body as i stood in the hot but dimming sunlight, shielding me from the cab driver you said was watching me too intently. your clothed body stepped in front of my bare legs, and the man was embarrassed he was so less than subtle.
you can always tell, when they look away.
the time we tried to make pancakes. despite all of your criticisms, despite the lack of eggs, or a pan that could possibly work, we step outside with that eggless batter and attempt it anyway on the rusty stove. we step cautiously, always-aware of the cockroaches and kitties creeping around that front porch of yours. We fail, over and over, making a mess at 3 am. we leave the pans and spatulas for the morning.
or that night the power went out, and you all put on your phone flashlights and starting checking your battery life. it was dark, so dark it made me wonder what it’s like for people who don’t have power. I waited for my eyes to adjust. we trade stories because it’s hard to play cards without a good field of vision. the power comes back on when your mother begins a story about mine.
those “ desserts” that are just greek yogurt whey protein powder and liquid aspartame 💔 they have to mix for twenty minutes cause there’s more powder than liquid 💔🥀
the size 2 food influencer who is trying to sell you on “tofu chocolate mousse” is suffering mentally and she wants you to suffer with her. the mousse tastes like tofu because it’s made of tofu. it doesn’t taste like chocolate mousse because it’s not chocolate mousse. not everything you eat has to be high in protein and low in carbs and low in fat. i know this because i also suffered mentally once. in my suffering i made the “tofu chocolate mousse” and i ate the “tofu chocolate mousse” and you have to trust me.
Thinking outrageously An ideology that serves the Woman, not a Woman who serves the ideology
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