But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.
We call ships ‘she.’ We call our war machines ‘women.’ We compare women to black widows and vipers. And you’re going to tell me it’s not ‘lady-like’ to scream, to take up space, to fight and demand respect and do whatever the hell I want. You’ve looked at nuclear bombs and been so in awe that you could only name them after women. Don’t try to down-play my power.
And if your carpet makes my face itch it’ll still be heaven in my head.
Finished this animation of Mendl’s box opening to reveal the Courtesan au Chocolat within it.
Done in PS6.