It’s just that. I love her. It’s personal.
I don’t owe it to anyone to explain why I love her, how I love her.
I don’t owe it to anyone but her.
She is the only one who has the right to ask questions. Why do I love her? How do I love her? Am I, Dog forbid, doing it wrong?
Yeah. She has that right, as I have that right if a woman takes it upon herself to consider herself one who loves me.
it’s hard, reinventing our own paths through the hell fire of patriarchy.
The new imaginations, free of such. Can we do it? Do we really have any choice otherwise?
Sisters with boyfriends: this is not about you, kindly moored with male persons you care for. This is a bit of a selfish post, because I am not there. i have never been there. I am still lost at sea, looking for mermaids, sea women. People who get it. It appears to be extremely difficult to do so.