An old school punk band’s album title was The Record. Epic.

As a self theorist, world critic, and overall cynic I’m not sure I’m phased by the fact that I receive no comments on my posts lately. Life, as my writing, is unpredictable and spontaneous. I live by spontaneity. It becomes a huge problem when organizing with people; they insist on functionality.

Social change is dynamic; we are didactic – the two collide in nasty ways.

Just as you feel this way towards white individuals – I feel towards men. Only you have the audacity to call me out as essentialist – because I’m a woman in a man’s world and us both ‘victims’ in a white hegemonic world. Obviously we bid no apologies for this – if we got them we would spit and piss on them – simultaneously.
So how does this make us enemies? The structure makes us enemies and every reform is a crack in a wall that must instead be thrown down