I’ve had one of those magical London nights, heightened by the fact that it’s been so long. And I jus broke the blind in the room where I’m staying, it feels almost silly to say, but it’s part of this upside down great night.
People are—can be—magical.
People are—can be—magical.
It was the kind of night where I discussed a book project with publishers—yes yes more info soon!—and anarchist feminism with a German restaurateur and Paula Rego’s retrospective at Tate Britain with a Portuguese waiter.
I miss people. I love people.
I miss people. I love people.
I am supremely humbled that people feel comfortable opening up to me.
I don’t always reflect on what a privilege it is but someone asked me tonight “Do people often do that? Open up to you like that?” and I guess they do, especially—intriguingly—cis hey men.
We want to be seen
I don’t always reflect on what a privilege it is but someone asked me tonight “Do people often do that? Open up to you like that?” and I guess they do, especially—intriguingly—cis hey men.
We want to be seen
And it is such a privilege—and so powerful—to be seen for who we are.
With the German restaurateur
With the German restaurateur
It’s not men explain things to me.
It’s men tell me things.
And then I get them to subscribe to my newsletter.
#FEMINISTGIANT
It’s men tell me things.
And then I get them to subscribe to my newsletter.
#FEMINISTGIANT
Cis hey men is cis het men.
It’s late and I’m jet lagged over here.
It’s late and I’m jet lagged over here.
He promised he would buy The Seven Necessary Sins For Women and Girls tomorrow!
Read FEMINIST GIANT I said!
Maybe, he replied.
He will. ✊🏽✊🏽
Read FEMINIST GIANT I said!
Maybe, he replied.
He will. ✊🏽✊🏽
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