Page 74: Feminist Fridays feat. Women of Color

There was a workplace shooting three hours ago in a town that’s no more than half an hour’s drive from here. I’m not doing well with it. I’m angry. I’m really fucking angry. I’m tired that this is something that we have to deal with on a regular damn basis and I hate that people in my community, tonight, are screaming those hollow screams of someone who lost a person that they loved with their whole heart. And other people sitting on the couch saying, “there’s nothing we can do, let’s not even try.”
I’m not telling you this because it has anything to do with Feminist Friday but I am telling you this so that if you’re feeling an undercurrent of seriousness–that’s why. We are feeling a little bit raw around here, tonight.

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