You know what I want? For people to not give me their opinion on who I have a relationship with. Because it is none of their dang business.
i wanna be cool and wear jeans and a shirt but i wanna wear GREAT BIG VICTORIAN DRESSES AND CURL MY HAIR but i wanna wear a 50s poodle skirt with a beehive but i wanna wear a ballgown but i wanna wear a WEDDING DRESS ALL THE TIME but i wanna dress up like a dragon but i wanna wear hogwarts robes but i wanna wear shorts and a plaid top you get me
Ever since I was a little girl, people would ask me, no DEMAND OF ME,
To be proper. To let the boys push me down in the playground and to never hit back because I mean, that meant they liked me, right?
And for a little girl full of love and life and hope and ambition and the very power of the sun itself,
What could be more important?
I was told to wear my hair a certain way and have my skirt a certain length and breath in a pattern so silent and subtle I wouldn’t disturb the existence of the boys I lived with
I grew being told to be something that could sit on a display shelf, pretty to look at like every other toy in the world, lifeless and without a mind of my own.
It took a long time to break out of my display case, to understand I was made of more than numbers and expectations.
It took years and years and so many tears to understand I am not the number on the scale or my waist size or how big my boobs are or how many people I slept with . I am not made of how long my skirt is or how many children I have or don’t have. I am not another tally in the chart or another conquest for the boys so immersed in the cruelty of the society that raised them that they see my broken heart as an accomplishment to boast about.
I am not made of the dirty looks I receive from girls too weak to stand on their own, crippled by the expectations set on them by their mothers and fathers and lovers, just a collage, a meek reflection of what they are surrounded with.
I am a woman
I am made of love and strength and forgiveness and fear and rage. I am made of uncertainty.
I’m not your toy. I’m not yours to boss around or to save or to liberate. I’m not a damsel in distress, a poor princess in need of your help.
I’m a warrior, a fighter, a survivor. I am thoughtful and intelligent and creative and resourceful and wonderful and I am a miracle and above it all, I am a Woman, don’t you EVER forget that."
THE FINAL FRONTIER
THESE ARE THE VOYAGES OF THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE
ITS FIVE YEAR MISSION
TO EXPLORE STRANGE NEW WORLDS
TO SEEK OUT NEW LIFE AND NEW CIVILIZATIONS
TO BOLDLY GO WHERE NO ONE HAS GONE BEFORE
[AGGRESSIVELY HUMS THEME TUNE]
making up your own fictional universe
creating an entire history for it
creating characters who have complex back stories
RESEARCHING NAMES WITH MEANINGS THAT CORRESPOND TO THE HISTORY AND UNIVERSE AND BACK STORIES YOU’VE COME UP WITH
then never writing or doing anything with it at all ever