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We all know fear, but passion makes us fearless.
Letting the sand run through my hand, and wanting to be the girl you love all your life.
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16I am a lesbian woman of Color whose children eat regularly because I work in a university. If their full bellies make me fail to recognize my commonality with a woman of Color whose children do not eat because she cannot find work, or who has no children because her insides are rotted from home abortions and sterilization; if I fail to recognize the lesbian who chooses not to have children, the woman who remains closeted because her homophobic community is her only life support, the woman who chooses silence instead of another death, the woman who is terrified lest my anger trigger the explosion of hers; if I fail to recognize them as other faces of myself, then I am contributing not only to each of their oppressions but also to my own, and the anger which stands between us, then must be used for clarity and mutual empowerment, not for evasion by guilt or for further separation.
Audre Lorde, “The Uses of Anger,” Sister Outsider, p. 123 (via afrolez)
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But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both.
Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye, “An Origin Story” (via bohemianromance)
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