My permanent state right now is feverish physically n mentally, i want to be still but also kinda nice to have brain working over-time again.
i’ve been wondering how i can even consider myself anti-oppressive/ anti-patriarchal when i only speak up quietly… i never stick up for myself. i feel little flecks of mistreatment n misogyny chip off the surface and needle their way to my core. but then i remember kind words from my mother, activism can be just a thought held on to. acknowledging it quietly. i can resist by continuing to be.