Men are over
Can you finally free yourself from an unreachable standard set by men who covet children?
I’ve spent a not insignificant amount of time in the last few weeks reading vile emails from men who have everything and apparently can only feel things if they are taken. And these things they have taken are small children. And these men are behind the unspoken rules we’ve all agreed to. They’ve constructed the rules with their disgusting perversions, and hidden it as what’s en vogue.
Stay young.
Stay thin.
Stay hairless.
Stay quiet.
Is it finally obvious where our beauty standards come from? Is it finally obvious that all the things that have been labeled as “feminine” are not feminine at all, but adolescent?
Can you finally free yourself from an unreachable standard set by men who covet children?
Men who covet fear, smallness, confusion, blank innocence, powerlessness. Men who would abuse this most precious time. Men who can only feel strong in the company of entities who can’t defend themselves, or question. Beings who have no support.
My god.
Can you finally free yourself from the need to not age? Can you finally accept those glorious hips, stretch marks formed by age and experience and gravity, lines in your face chiseled there by years of laughter and experience and sadness and strength? Can you brush your silver hair and while looking in the mirror at its strands and your fierce eyes and your body that has endured and protected you from years of the male gaze and the weight of motherhood or aging parents and responsibility and expectation?
Can you get angry?
Can you finally understand that you are Athena holding the weight of Atlas’ world at the end of your pinky while he is mistakenly celebrated for centuries for holding it up? Can you own that it isn’t his shoulders at all, but yours that the entire function of this and all universes rests on? Can you understand that you’re the bearer of children and the keeper of stories and the hub of humanity and you’ve been misled for years into believing that the one thing you can’t hold onto — youth — is the only thing that’s worth holding on to?
These men have been allowed to amass so much power and be so pervasive they’ve been able to create a massive evil PR machine that’s convinced the entire world that you’re worth nothing anymore. That the feminine is something that it is not.
You are bleeding. You are anger. You are gnashing teeth. You are confidence and ability and intelligence. You are real.
You are real.
You are real.
They are sick.
This is over.
This is over.
They are over.
They are over.
They are over.
Prosecution is not enough.
Drag them through the streets and rip them limb from limb. Hang their laughable parts they aren’t confident to show actual adult women from the trees. Their pathetic, limp, pink, parts. Their sick brains and their unfounded confidence. Their pillaging. Their raping. Their shame.
This is over.
This is over.
They are over.



There truly isn’t enough rage for what these “men” have done.
The world is better because we have your writing 😭