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Open the Fucking Door: On Female Emotion, Silence, and the Illusion of Emotional Control (opens the original)
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"What a faithful little violence silence becomes."Yesterday I posted one of my Substack notes on FB, (I know, I know, terrible crowd ;))“You can tell a lot about a culture by which female emotions it calls dangerous.”Shortly after, a woman commented: “We expect men to control their emotions, we want to be equal to men so maybe we should control our emotions too.”And there
dirty feet, open heart, unfinished work (opens the original)
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man, i’m feeling it tonight. it might be the lack of sleep and food. it might be that this is what it took for my spirit to crack open and breathe more life into my bones.either way, it hurts.it starts in the collarbone.a thick line of ache coating the bone, curling over the ridge of it, spilling up my throat until swallowing becomes a decision instead of a reflex. my chest carries the rest. i’ve been awake long enough that i can’t tell whether this is grief or hunger or if something in me has f
all that muscle going quiet. (opens the original)
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the body remembers anyway. (opens the original)
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There are truths I spent years trying to find language for and it wasn’t necessarily because I didn’t know they existed. It was… mmm because knowing something in your gut and actually knowing how to say it out loud are two entirely different things.I knew what it was like to carry inherited burdens I never asked for. To mistake raw survival for a personality. To get so ridiculously good at adapting to what everyone else requred that I couldn’t tell where the adaptation ended and I actually began
Every Story Begins With Something Buried (opens the original)
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There is a specific kind of violence in pretending you are small when you were born to build empires.For months I have knelt in the dark with a manuscript that never behaved like a book. It behaved like an open chest cavity, ribs pried apart, still warm. I have been doing the quiet, bone-deep labor of unearthing... clawing through the strata of old identities, ancestral grief, childhood ghosts, and the terrifying, heart-wrenching, achingly beautiful discomfort of stepping into a life that finall
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