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.
Grant yourself the permission and power to speak up about your experience and inform others. This kind of corruption thrives on silence.
I realized this is what I love most... tuning into the tucked-away things that are actually often the most real things in the room.
I find it darkly ironic that the very terminology that symbolizes epic female persecution now might be used against a movement for women.
I have learned that my scars, both internal and external, are not something to be ashamed of. My scars are proof that I survived.
I reached my threshold of silent witnessing. I could feel my voice open up. Instinctively came my roaring defender and protector, saying: Fuck you for not acting with integrity. Fuck you for not taking responsibility. Fuck you for hurting me. Fuck you for manipulating me. Fuck you for not being ...