I love heavily tattooed women. I imagine their lives are filled with sensuality and excess, madness and generosity, impulsive natures and fights. They look like they have endured much pain and sadness, yet have the ability to transcend all of it by documenting it on the body
I voice my opinions on social media and I have people threatening me with violence. It is troubling but I can fight back, which is good.
When we're talking about feminism, I get sort of lost in the argument. Because as a woman of color, I don't know where I belong in this argument. Where do I say, 'I would be happy to have less money'? How do you fight for your rights when I'm super-grateful to be here at all?
strange, there's so much religion in the world, but only enough to make us fight over who is right, not enough to make us love one another.
