Over a steeped cup of loose-leaf jasmine tea, I asked myself, "When did I become this woman?"
The one who stays in on Friday nights. Who spends Saturday mornings conducting help-based interviews and hosting screenings at her apartment for feminist theater groups. The woman who changes her mind -- not because she is indecisive, but because in-depth research and careful consideration have taught her otherwise. The woman who actively seeks opportunities that challenge her. Who isn't intimidated by her own presence. Who isn't afraid of laughter and love. The woman who doesn't ask for permission, but doesn't take advantage of her liberty. I sipped the tea down until the bottom of the soaked paper cup began to leak. "I've always been her," I decided. "An ever-evolving version. " -- TM <3
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Rachael
4/30/2017 06:11:08 pm
Found my way here via your Twitter, after I finally looked it up after attending the Writer Versus Fandom panel. Really enjoyed hearing you speak there, and your posts here are wonderful. I hope you'll write again soon; I think social media and character limits have kind of obliterated this kind of prosy, reflective writing style--though maybe I'm just looking in the wrong places?
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Tennessee Martinis a writer, artist and human/animal rights activist based in Echo Park- Los Angeles, CA. The Stephens College graduate loves poetry, camping with her rowdy friends and tequila of many varieties. Archives
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