Licha

“Odiar a alguien es como beberte un vaso de veneno creyendo que así vas a matar a quien odias.”
― Javier Cercas, Terra Alta

“People who know their own value are attractive.”
― Hwang Youngchan, 후레자식 1 [Hurejasik 1]

“Men learn to regard rape as a moment in time; a discreet episode with a beginning, middle, and end. But for women, rape is thousands of moments that we fold into ourselves over a lifetime.
Its' the day that you realize you can't walk to a friend's house anymore or the time when your aunt tells you to be nice because the boy was just 'stealing a kiss.' It's the evening you stop going to the corner store because, the night before, a stranger followed you home. It's the late hour that a father or stepfather or brother or uncle climbs into your bed. It's the time it takes you to write an email explaining that you're changing your major, even though you don't really want to, in order to avoid a particular professor. It's when you're racing to catch a bus, hear a person demand a blow job, and turn to see that it's a police officer. It's the second your teacher tells you to cover your shoulders because you'll 'distract the boys, and what will your male teachers do?' It's the minute you decide not to travel to a place you've always dreamed about visiting and are accused of being 'unadventurous.' It's the sting of knowing that exactly as the world starts expanding for most boys, it begins to shrink for you. All of this goes on all day, every day, without anyone really uttering the word rape in a way that grandfathers, fathers, brothers, uncles, teachers, and friends will hear it, let alone seriously reflect on what it means.”
― Soraya Chemaly, Rage Becomes Her: The Power of Women's Anger

“Men have their periods too, but the blood doesn’t stop flowing automatically. There is a wild raging river flowing inside of me. I can’t dam it. I’m hurt so badly. Believe me—oh shit!Believe, believe— what’s there to believe any more?”
― Anaïs Nin, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anais Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953