I'm weeping hard as I'm writing this. As in, sobbing uncontrollably like I've been stung by a scorpion on my naked ass, and I was. I just finished writing yet another draft of another book (Draft 3 of TUBE), and book by book, writing mine and reading those of others, I strip down layers of shit that were smeared on me since I was born, to keep me in the dark, keep me docile, cooperative, dumb, keep me from asking questions and getting smart.  

Because I was born a woman.  

I'm weeping for two reasons. One is because I'm 40 fucking years old and it took me this long to even begin to see the damage my family did to me, and then society supported it by making me think it was all my fault. Two is because there are so many women out there who are still blind to this, who don't see it at all and keep pulling the weight of the world on their bleeding aching shoulders.