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Love never fails.
A Declaration of My Sentiments
I hold these truths to be self-evident, for myself and the gender to which I owe my creativity and life:
That my body, my cunt, my mind, and my spirit belongs to me, and me alone;
That my sisters’ bodies, my sisters’ cunts, my sisters’ minds, and my sisters’ spirits belong to them, and them alone;
That I will fight like a motorcycle-riding, cigarette-smoking, foul-mouthed, strong-willed, anti-authoritarian badass from hell’s bowels to protect those (TRULY) inalienable rights in any way possible;
That I do what I can to protect other women from such tortures that include (but certainly are not limited to) rape, molestation, degradation, hatred, discrimination, genital mutilation, body-hatred and overall patriarchal shittiness;
That I show strength yet tenderness and compassion in all aforesaid endeavors;
That most of all, I do these things out of love, love for not only women but the living world in its entirety:
Love of cows, chickens, grass, goats, trees, children, (men too!), mountains, rocks, birds, the moon, rivers, salmon, the self, creativity, experience, learning, awe, the creator, the creation, bubbles, dreams, the moon.
That I never lose my love of the creation;
That I never adapt to a world of the Destroyer, the plastic, the corporation, the fakeness, the indifference;
That I will never accept apathy;
That I HAVE the fucking right to learn science without mutilating the creatures I so dearly love;
That I HAVE the fucking right to cry in public without trying to hide it;
That my sisters HAVE the right to not hate themselves for who they naturally are!
That, most of all, I fight so can live in a world where:
We love.
We fart in public.
We’re not disgusted by our blood.
We’re not afraid to go out after dark just because we have cunts.
We don’t dissect cats, pregnant or otherwise.
We can kiss girls too, if we want to.
We can embrace masturbation.
Men don’t rape women and get away with it.
We can go into an old growth forest and not hear airplanes overhead.
We
Can
Be:
Safe, loved, lovers, naturalists
...Ourselves.
It can happen.
And it will, once we stand up for what we know is dying. The world, the child’s soul, the woman’s body.
Friends, sisters, brothers too,
it can happen.
That my body, my cunt, my mind, and my spirit belongs to me, and me alone;
That my sisters’ bodies, my sisters’ cunts, my sisters’ minds, and my sisters’ spirits belong to them, and them alone;
That I will fight like a motorcycle-riding, cigarette-smoking, foul-mouthed, strong-willed, anti-authoritarian badass from hell’s bowels to protect those (TRULY) inalienable rights in any way possible;
That I do what I can to protect other women from such tortures that include (but certainly are not limited to) rape, molestation, degradation, hatred, discrimination, genital mutilation, body-hatred and overall patriarchal shittiness;
That I show strength yet tenderness and compassion in all aforesaid endeavors;
That most of all, I do these things out of love, love for not only women but the living world in its entirety:
Love of cows, chickens, grass, goats, trees, children, (men too!), mountains, rocks, birds, the moon, rivers, salmon, the self, creativity, experience, learning, awe, the creator, the creation, bubbles, dreams, the moon.
That I never lose my love of the creation;
That I never adapt to a world of the Destroyer, the plastic, the corporation, the fakeness, the indifference;
That I will never accept apathy;
That I HAVE the fucking right to learn science without mutilating the creatures I so dearly love;
That I HAVE the fucking right to cry in public without trying to hide it;
That my sisters HAVE the right to not hate themselves for who they naturally are!
That, most of all, I fight so can live in a world where:
We love.
We fart in public.
We’re not disgusted by our blood.
We’re not afraid to go out after dark just because we have cunts.
We don’t dissect cats, pregnant or otherwise.
We can kiss girls too, if we want to.
We can embrace masturbation.
Men don’t rape women and get away with it.
We can go into an old growth forest and not hear airplanes overhead.
We
Can
Be:
Safe, loved, lovers, naturalists
...Ourselves.
It can happen.
And it will, once we stand up for what we know is dying. The world, the child’s soul, the woman’s body.
Friends, sisters, brothers too,
it can happen.
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