I have come to the very powerful self improvement conclusion: that my “thing” is being both strong and empowered and deadly. Fuck those skinny bitches and fuck you if you think that being a bitch is anything more than being a maternal figure who is fiercely protective of her pack.

I am sexual because that’s where my power lies, but it’s not for you so you can watch but don’t you even fucking THINK about touching. This is not for you. It was never for you. It will never be for you.

  • Telling a young girl she can’t wear what she wants because it’s not appropriate encourages the idea that men’s reactions should dictate society’s norms, and that all women are meta-Eves, tempting and ensnaring men with our sultry-eyed gaze. My parents’ culture is steeped in patriarchy, in the philosophy of the one-step machismo machine, where there is just one kind of man, and two kinds of women: the angel and the whore. These limited ideas of masculinity breed men who want ownership of women.