Currently reading Our Kind of People by Lawrence Otis Graham and rereading The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman.
Erica had the most twisted ideas.
“I say we use his exact same methods. We send him chocolates, flowers, sick letters like the ones he sent Cristina. ‘You know, you really are a bad person for not forgiving me and I am such a good person for noticing I made a mistake. I’m sure it hurts much more than what I did to you. Please speak to me again. I am a nice person, as you can see from the fact that I take no notice of your opinion and feelings. This is not about what you need but about what I deserve. Stop making everything about yourself. I’m not an arsehole anymore, please give me your eternal gratitude and a bunch of cookies.’ I could write pages and pages. We could send them to his home address and to his workplace, too.”
He would never feel safe again. He would know what it was like, being a woman. It felt illegal, but it felt fair, too.
Hey guys, can you tell I’m not around much these days? I’m in the south of France visiting my family for a few days. I’ll get back to full-time indoor guilt trips in a few days. In the meantime, enjoy the pictures I took.