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i suffer from the terrible clarity of my vision
Everytime I see all the horrible things patriarchy does to women, I'm not bothered by it anymore like I used to be. Because I just think "well women chose this. Women have decided that this torture and suffering is worth it. Women have decided this is all worth it for the chance of a dick calling her special. Women have decided that dick is worth this. They've decided that dick is worth the destruction of the entire planet." And I don't feel sorry for them anymore. Every horrifying story you hear about women being humiliated and abused, just know that that woman who is getting abused would choose dick over freedom every time. She would step over other women, hurt other women, etc just for the chance to get dick and for a man to call her special. Men aren't like that. Men want freedom, and they don't care about female approval. They don't give a fuck what females have to say about it. But women ....women care more about men than their own life. It's actually liberating to realize this. To know the truth about why the world is the way it is. Before I would always see women as victims and think about how I could help them, and of course, I would get nothing but disapproval and hate from other women for wanting freedom.
Be still, no more harsh words. Thereâs not much left of me. Donât cry over me. Thereâs no longer any fire to put out. I no longer have a sense of what I am and what Iâm not. I look around. Is that me? Or that? Iâm becoming more and more invisible. Iâve given away all I ever had. I havenât kept anything to live by. But Iâm not going to die. What remains: a door. What else can I do but leave a room within myself? I donât die. I just disappear. Maybe. Iâll reawaken. Then I will return to look for you.
Ball jointed doll in Masaru Shichinoheâs studio Tokyo, Mary 2014
The Heart of Thomas / Thomas no Shinzou ăăăŒăăźćżèă - Hagio Moto
For all your innocence, for all the unguarded way you clingâ
Whenever I feel it in my very skin, at one edge of my heart I become aware of the father in me,
and at the other of a cold-hearted observer.
we are never so lost that the angels cant find us