I woke up crying this morning. Crying with love of the support of my friends and community, partly, but also because I’m heavy and sad. I’m so deeply sad about the corners of the design community that center around toxic masculinity and misogyny. I forgot they existed. I’ve done so much work to find people and communities that stand for radical change and work hand in hand with femininity and all of the qualities typically associated with it. I forgot. But this is where I came from. Just like a child who came from an abusive home, I come from an abusive industry…or communities complicit, at least.