I need Feminism because Patriarchy takes kind, sweet, loving little boys, and hammers them with stories about how kindness is a weakness; and that sweetness is to be ridiculed; and that love is a stupid thing; and it turns them into monsters; and I watched it happen to the boys alongside me growing up and to the children of my friends; and now this system of systems wants to take my sweet boy who loves without restraint and hammer him into shapes that will hurt him so that Executives and Statesmen can wield him as a weapon and I want to protect him but this world is owned and engineered by very clever men with no kindness or sweetness or love left in their hearts and I am so so afraid for him but I have it within my power to show him a home where the man and the woman are equals and friends and if that makes me some kind of political radical then so be it but I cannot believe that as I approach my 5th decade of life that we are still grappling with the notion that All Humans Are People.
Certain iterations of this feel almost too on the nose to be real life, and yet they are.
Thinking of little seven-year-old me who fell while running, scraped tf out of my knees, and promptly looked up at my mom and said âlook mommy! I didnât even cry!â And she replied âthatâs great!â














