Today was the first day in a very long time that I felt genuinely happy. So long that I surprised myself with the heart-warming laughter, smiles, and fun I had with my son and my partner. It felt as though I had been in a deep slumber and finally awoke. Then I read your email. You know, that same fucking one you send to me when you feel attacked by my mere presence. The one where you think for certain that you are asserting your boundaries with me – your white feminist, borderland.
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