i did not realize how little
i loved myself
until i understood
that when there
were four of us in a room
i only counted three
i finally grasped that in a room
in which there were other people
i always forgot to count me
“The witch was a triple threat to the Church: She was a woman, and not ashamed of it. She appeared to be part of an organized underground of peasant women. She was a healer whose practice was based in empirical study. In the face of the repressive fatalism of Christianity, she held out the hope of change in this world.”
— Barbara Ehrenreich & Deirdre English, Witches, Midwives, & Nurses
(via feministamedusa)
Here’s a thought - perhaps a suggestion. When you, a bi/lesbian woman, is looking at other women, and they’re just kind of filled with an awesomeness, and you’re envious because you don’t see yourself that way: you see them that way because you’re gay for them, sweetie. It’s not that they’re different to you - it’s that you’re not gay for you.
(I expect, and will be disappointed if I don’t get, at least one “speak for yourself: I’m completely gay for me” reblog)
speak for yourself: I’m completely gay for me
Goddess bless ya. ;)
