Nov 13, 2024
my religion is other women. this isnât tongue in cheek. my religion congregates around a fire, in a cramped room we booked to talk, in an idling car for way too long, in someoneâs living room, in the cold because thereâs more to say and hear. there is a spark of divinity i know to look for when she says something sheâs never said out loud before. there is a spiritual rumble in the dehydrated voices of women who arenât used to saying so much. when i hear another woman articulate something iâve never been able to, thatâs the voice of my god speaking to me. its ancient, forbidden knowledge, and it fills my body with my self. thereâs power in our warm red blood.