Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The gall...

"a promising young woman".


Well, fuck that.

I am a person in this particular space and time in a way that is much more crucial than my potential. I could die because of a freak plane crash right now having been nothing more than I am.
And, damn it, that's fine!

Being called a "promising young woman" is like hearing, "Hey, there, precocious nymph. I have a use for you."

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