A LETTER TO MY GUY FRIENDS
you say that I am reducing myself to an object when I post pictures of my beautiful body without showing my face.
but you have known me for a long time now and you have no problem reducing me to an object monday morning right to my face.
as soon as you get just a little bit drunk, your words become violent.
when I react and let you know how disrespectful and toxic you are, your actions becomes violent too. you feel powerless. violence. the only way you know how to manifest your masculinity, regain power. but to me you are a sad, hurting guy.
I am everything you ever wanted to be, get a taste of. smart, strong, funny, passionate, lively, warm, critical. I am the embodiment of femininity. but I also talk the language of the system. I see through you. before you do anything, I already know what you are about to do and why. that provokes you.
I am everything you have learned to hate, to disrespect. I am intimidating you. you would love to see me insecure, afraid, in your shadow.
but I am light and light will never be in the shadows.