Slab City, California
Look at all the love we found.
I met this guy at a bar one night, but didn’t remember ever meeting him. He texted me, to which I responded in a friendly manner, and then stopped responding to his calls and texts because I had no intention of furthering the relationship: I didn’t even know who he was and I seriously thought everyone was on the same page with the slow fade.
This is the conversation that ensued,
and this is why I will never be apologetic about feminism. It’s why I will watch what might have been a nice date turn into an utter train wreck because I refuse to quietly accept stereotyping in the name of manners. It’s why I will not humor the men whose faces turn wrinkled in disgust when they hear the word “feminist.” It’s why I will not stop making every issue a gendered one, because every issue is. It’s why I will not apologize, and it’s why I will always be a feminist.
And, in the name of the 1.3M women who are victims of domestic violence, no, I do not see a reason to protect this person’s identity and information.
The One That Got Away…
You left on good terms.
Circumstances, it seems, got in the way.
It was time to go.
Whether you were ready or not.
But you still see her.
Sometimes in your deepest sleeps, but more often than not,
When your mind wanders from your daily tasks.
Slab City, CA