I've had to ask, more than a few times, for my husband to stop talking. Life is a lot to take sometimes.
I attended a book launch last night with a friend. A powerful black woman was talking about her time as CEO and then MP and her new ventures - sharing insights and stories about the intersectionality of her race, her mental health, and her womanhood. It was great. We went for a beer after, my friend and I, to discuss that and other world happenings - having a lovely evening of embracing and celebrating womanhood.
I was telling my husband this morning, while helping him get dressed, and he started in with "i don't know why she'd..." and I had a moment and just told him "please stop talking. women do not to hear your questions, your thoughts, or your opinions anymore".
It was in that moment, I had a revelation - *I* don't want to hear men's thoughts, opinions, or questions anymore. I'm tired of them and their arrogant assumptions that they know more or could share or guide - I don't fucking care and I don't fucking want their opinions. We've lived under an oppressive, colonial, misogynous regime for so long that I'm fucking over it. Men do things to accomplish other things - women do things to experience and live. I don't want some asshole telling me to be more like him - I want them to become more like us.
Such a weird moment of clarity.
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