"I barely know your kids and I feel like I would jump in front of a bus to stop this shit."
Our bodies were unruly and had to be controlled.
Collective climate action doesn’t fall off a tree
And I am Still Mad.
(Like hell, it is)
Where even to begin.
But Not NO GOAL Either
I couldn’t speak, and the woman was kind enough to expand upon her reasons for her unsolicited and prolonged caress of a part of my body I just assume no one, ever, for any reason, should ever touch.
We thought we were rich, we were raised to think we were rich, and then we turned out not to be.