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“My sister was just another girl doomed by politics and ancestral texts that say a girl's destiny is to be wholesome, obedient, and quietly attractive, but invisible when need be. Nailed to the cross of her own gender, a girl finds herself between the mother and the prehistoric rib, where there's little space to be anything other than a daughter who lives alongside sons but is not equal to them.“
— Feb 04, 2025 07:56PM
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“‘Sometimes I think the universe is just a glow. The glow of a cigarette in the dark. All the stars, the plan-ets, the galaxies, the infinite edges. It's all in the small glowin' tip of a cigarette in the hand of a man leanin' back against a wall, watchin' a girl walk by on her way home, knowin' she'll never get there.’”
— Feb 04, 2025 07:07PM
Gillian
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“‘Fraya says it means you're a woman.’
‘Why we have to bleed to earn it?’ Flossie slammed her fists on the mattress. ‘What happens when we get old and it stops? What then? We stop bein' a woman? Ain't the blood that defines us. It's our soul.’ She held her hand on the bridge of her nose, the exact place Dad always told us our souls were. ‘Souls don't have a monthly cycle. Souls just are.’ “
— Feb 04, 2025 06:46PM
‘Why we have to bleed to earn it?’ Flossie slammed her fists on the mattress. ‘What happens when we get old and it stops? What then? We stop bein' a woman? Ain't the blood that defines us. It's our soul.’ She held her hand on the bridge of her nose, the exact place Dad always told us our souls were. ‘Souls don't have a monthly cycle. Souls just are.’ “
Gillian
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“‘God hates us, Betty.’
‘The Carpenters?’ I asked.
‘Women.’ She dabbed the lipstick against my lips, using her pinkie to smooth it into the corners. ‘God made us from the rib of man.
That has been our curse ever since. Because of it, men have the shovel and we have the land. It's right between our legs. There, they can bury all their sins. Bury 'em so deep, no one knows about' them and us.’ “
— Feb 02, 2025 08:58AM
‘The Carpenters?’ I asked.
‘Women.’ She dabbed the lipstick against my lips, using her pinkie to smooth it into the corners. ‘God made us from the rib of man.
That has been our curse ever since. Because of it, men have the shovel and we have the land. It's right between our legs. There, they can bury all their sins. Bury 'em so deep, no one knows about' them and us.’ “
Gillian
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“We shared one imagination then. One pure and beautiful thought. That we were important. And that anything was possible.”
— Jan 31, 2025 05:10PM
Gillian
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“Nature speaks to us. We just have to remember how to listen.”
— Jan 30, 2025 03:23PM
