After all these years, I still don’t know why I cry so often. So deliberately. I’ll sit around and read all day.
I’ll read things that make me cry because they are so beautiful.
And I will read things that make me so angry that I give myself a headache.
None of these things are contributing to my future, just my right now. They are emotion drivers, and I don’t know why I’m addicted to emotions.
But that’s the power of the internet, isn’t it? So much content to absorb, it’s so easy to get sucked into things that are constantly manipulating the way that you feel. I loved all of Barbara Hammer’s photography and wonder what it would have been like the year I was born- 1989. As a woman. The way women have existed for the last few decades, and the centuries before that. I am grateful to exist right now where I have an open platform to address any concerns I have about the ways I have been unfairly treated. This platform, and your ability to get your words and feelings into at least a few eyes through clever use and placement of keywords and organization of your content.
Here’s to me, publishing a draft first typed 2 months ago. Say hi to your mom for me.