I stood in the empty hallwall looking at our half constructed life together and I thought, in a wiz of alchemy “this - is how I leave you” And I moved hurridly through the hall, grabbing half parts of myself And I fell to my knees, and I wrote a poem promising to always be in the air you breath “this - is how I leave you” I leave you as you rise from a drunken haze, promising it is time for you to be a man telling me it is unfair that I ask that you stay dry around me. “this - is how I leave you” I leave you quickly and quietly, retrieving my things when you aren’t there refusing to look into your cloud gray black hole eyes that I might fall into them again. “this is how I leave you” You write me saga after saga into my dying phone about how this won’t destroy you because of you learned from me and it makes me wish I could destroy you, that you hadn’t taken that strength from me. “this is how I leave you” I leave you by blocking the intention of out of my mind, my ambitions, much like how you prepared the perfect drink but never planned on hurting yourself or raping me. “I’ll be back in a few days” “this is how I leave you” I walk with two heavy pink bags, an oversized sweater and my novel I could never write around you in a binder in my hands thinking about how poetic this is, but that I can’t find the strength to write about it “this is how I leave you” with less than what I started with with more than I had bargained for with hasty steps and a true belief that life can change that it was not some trap I was bound forever too as you cling to permance, that your disability IS you. “this is how I leave you” screaming till I’m out the door, at a job interview within minutes, composed knowing, deeply, truely, that its on me to take care of myself I don’t want your pity inducing helplessness anymore “this is how I leave you” with a smile on my face and no promise of return I said a few days, a few weeks, forever. “this is how I leave you” no longer willing, to be your prisoner anymore.
Unfiltered poem - trigger warnings for alcoholism, rape, controlling partners, domestic violence, rape, slapping, self-harm, scat.
when did my ears start ringing?
Every dudebro who says these women shouldn’t have taken private nude photos on themselves and then put them on a secure, private server if they didn’t want everyone in the world to see them should have to have every message they have ever sent on OKC dramatically read to their boss, mom, and granny
and all the dick pics they’ve sent to unwilling people featured in an art gallery with all their family and friends invited
Let’s just be clear about something:
- unintentional racism is still racist
- unintentional homophobia is still homophobic
- unintentional ableism is still ableist
- unintentional transphobia is still transphobic
Just because someone doesn’t realize that what they are saying is horrible doesn’t make it not horrible. if you say something unintentionally bigoted it does not mean that you get a free pass, it means that clearly you hold bigoted viewpoints even if you don’t realize it, and if you are actually interested in not being a douche nugget you will accept that you said something horrible and apologize for it without saying “well it’s okay that I said that thing because I didn’t realize what I was saying.”
Just remember. There is no such thing as a fake geek girl.
There are only fake geek boys.
Science fiction was invented by a woman.
Specifically a teenage girl. You know, someone who would be a part of the demographic that some of these boys are violently rejecting.
yo mary shelley wrote frankenstein in 1818 and isaac asimov was born in 1920 so you kinda get my point