Is it worth the discomfort?... What if it requires you being you? All of you? Exposed? What if resolution requires vulnerability?
In my real home, elephant deaths are a complex and beautiful affair. We honor our loved ones, just as humans do. I was robbed of this rite of passage.
She felt free. Free to continue the course of her life which had become stagnant for the past year. Free from the ennui of mundane routines.
Never again will we entertain this tyranny that wears a thousand divisive masks but is always a scared and greed-scarred child-man hiding behind a curtain.
I’ve been ogled at, cat-called, and groped in ways that left me feeling small, ugly, icky, angry, uncool, too sensitive. I think it’s enough to say, #MeToo.