I have what I describe as an “extra cylinder” running in my head that, if left unoccupied, turns inward, barreling down on the parts of my personality, abilities and life choices it deems insufficient or lacking. Which, for the cylinder, is everything about me.

…:
(a.) A woman’s time and attention.
(b.) A woman’s body and sex.
(c.) Everything, just everything.
(d.) “Hey, we have it hard too.”