This is probably the most refreshing read by a man I can ever recall. I’m exhausted…. I’m amazing. I’ve worked SO hard. And out of print, in person, I’m invisible… less. I am an object.
I just can’t anymore… I can’t even BE with men, because I can feel that judgment… the dismissal.
Thank you for a moment. The moment to be seen… even though you don’t know me, it matters. A lot.