I like it that order exists somewhere even if it shatters near me.
Now my mother, interestingly enough, was not a feminist in her own mind.
Normal' is a dryer setting.
Sometimes I wonder how normal normal people are, and I wonder that most in the grocery store.
I actually feel that the different kinds of stories come out of different parts of my brain.
Everything in my life that I value has been gained at the cost of not saying what I really think and saying what they want me to say.