damn the man.

save the empire. i'm pissed that my sister is wondering if she's another notch in some white man's belt who claims he may be white on the outside, but he's brown on the inside. but really, we both know that we have all been reduced to notches on some man's belt, knowing that without us, their pants would fall down and everyone would know that the emperor has no clothes. so props, sister, for walking away with grace and wit and exposing his tight grip on his white male ass.
of course, she gently reminds me that things aren't quite that simple - since when does the phrase "walking away" really encapsulate the complications involved? so, perhaps more appropriately, here's to your honesty sister warrior, and while we may never be able to get rid of the fear of living in the contradictions, poking at them, staring at them, trying to understand them, i love that you are more afraid of not recognizing, acknowledging and exploring the paradoxes. "walking away" is really an imprecise phrasing since i know that to walk away doesn't mean to let go necessarily. and maybe you're not built to be able to completely walk away from things, but it seems i've spent much time lately trying to develop or listen to inclinations to stick around, rather than walk away, because maybe i am built like that. and maybe that's why i love you, sister. because we both know that how we're built isn't an excuse for how we live.

such is life, indeed.