I often argue that actions far outweigh intent anyway.
You are a victim. And that’s okay.
A rant about what I think International Women’s Day is for.
The walk from the subway station to my apartment takes about four minutes at a brisk pace. Whenever I have to take this walk alone in the dark, I make mental preparations.
Apart from an intense curiousity what it would feel like to have your sex organs dangling on the outside, I’ve never harboured any particular wish to be a man in a man’s body.
So this is me: Hardly particularly secretive before, but now completely and unashamedly officially a kinkster.
Go hunt, he said. Bring ‘em down! Although not in so many words. “What do you think?”, was his actual question. My answer? “I want to tear it apart, sentence by sentence.”
And so I will.