“what is this, some sort of blog?”

“This stuff is designed to dehumanize me, to scare me, to upset me, to deter me, to silence me. It does not work.

I’ve been reading it now for five years. I process it by putting it through a meat grinder, turning it into a juicy sausage, and eating it NOM NOM NOM. I process it by letting it be my sustenance. My belly is filled with this fuel, reminder after reminder after tired-ass reminder about why I’m doing what I’m doing.”

Our guiding light.

“Men explain things to me, and to other women, whether or not they know what they’re talking about.”