“I think twice before I share moments of vulnerability on social media.When you’re a feminist accustomed to having the dogs of patriarchy let loose on you, you become more comfortable with vowing to bring pain to your enemies than to admitting to your own” feministgiant.substack.com/p/essay-fallin…
But I have learned to do both. And unfailingly, and surprisingly, when I do share my pain, it is held with such care and love by my community of total strangers and comrades online that I have to remind myself that softness drives the revolution as much as rage.
I refuse to emerge from this pandemic as if unscathed. I insist that we all be scathed, that we refuse to be the people we were at the start of the pandemic. A pandemic, like revolution, does not happen overnight.
We will emerge, our hearts unhealed and scarred but awesome.
We will emerge, our hearts unhealed and scarred but awesome.
The way you fall apart as a feminist is to say FUCK YOU I SURVIVED, and release the hand brake, finally, and move into the fear and chaos. feministgiant.substack.com/p/essay-fallin…
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