There’s a such thing as being too fucking nice and I’ve yet to find my balance in it.
I recently came to the jarring realization that my boyfriend derails most of my conversations. Regardless of the topic. This is a problem. Not only because of the rudeness but because of what it represents: misogyny and patriarchy, both descendants of white supremacy wrapped into one. But the confusing and incredibly frustrating thing about it is, my boyfriend... Continue Reading →