Feminism vs equality

I am a bad feminist.

I try my best to be current.

But there are quotes that resonate and I cannot let them go.


"So now it is difficult for me to call others bigots when I am one myself. I tell people at once, to warn them, that I suffer from deformation of character. But the truth is I am sick unto death of four thousand years of males telling me how rotten my sex is. Especially it makes me sick when I look around and see such rotten men and such magnificent women, all of whom have a sneaking suspicion that the four thousand years of remarks are correct. These days I feel like an outlaw, a criminal. Maybe that's what the people perceive who look at me so strangely as I walk the beach. I feel like an outlaw not only because I think that men are rotten and women are great, but because I have come to believe that oppressed people have the right to use criminal means to survive. Criminal means being, of course, defying the laws passed by the oppressors to keep the oppressed in line. Such a position takes you scarily close to advocating oppression itself, though. We are bound in by the terms of the sentence. Subject-verb-object. The best we can do is turn it around. and that's no answer, is it?”

― Marilyn French, The Women's Room

Quiet

Done with the want for company

Over the need to be loved.

Committed to ink

Rather than a link 

with another

Glad for a release from expectation 

No more need to be coupled.

Instead a contentment to be found

In the wilderness of my isolation

There, I attain the solitude of the free.

Impulse

Being impulsive is both a blessing and a curse. It's brought me incredible highs and indescribable lows that I would never have experienced. The end result is regret balanced with guilt.

Alice in the Weeds

Random encounters that lodge in the mind

While old friends vanish from view

Yesterday was me 

and tomorrow is who

The Cheshire Cat grin

turned upside down

And a porpoise was lost in the sea

Aff their heads

While sleeping in pots

Pipe smoking larvae indeed

Impossible things

Believed in their time

Followed by jam tarts for tea

Wonderland wanders between now and then

While innocents pass by the side

Today is not

Any other day

It brings tears to the eyes

Or smiles of surprise

But we all have somewhere to be