Imagine how much easier it would be for us to learn how to love if we began with a shared definition.

Patriarchy has no gender.

Our hearts connect with lots of folks in a lifetime but most of us will go to our graves with no experience of true love.

I believe that this nation can only heal from the wounds of racism if we all begin to love blackness. And by that I don't mean that we love only that which is best within us, but that we're also able to love that which is faltering, which is wounded, which is contradictory, incomplete.

I would also say that, in practice, many more Americans are anarchists than would ever use that term.

[O]ne of the most vital ways we sustain ourselves is by building communities of resistance, places where we know we are not alone.

Think of all the women you know who will not allow themselves to be seen without makeup. I often wonder how they feel about themselves at night when they are climbing into bed with intimate partners. Are they overwhelmed with secret shame that someone sees them as they really are? Or do they sleep with rage that who they really are can be celebrated or cared for only in secret?