No good intentions, no unequal power dynamics, no presumed unity of womanhood should wash out our unique wonders, unique weirdness, unique wildness.
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in the trees
I. This summer, I can be found working nine to five in a windowless cubicle, in the corner of a break room, in the basement corner of a very old and dark administration building. And in those hours, I am doing work about which I am passionate, in which I believe, and of which IContinueContinue reading “in the trees”