Thursday, March 12, 2020

I was never trying to start a social movement.

All I was doing was protesting against the conglomerate's promotion of crime.

I still don't want to lead a social movement.  I want to stop being the topic of the conglomerate's smear campaign.  I want to stop being the social currency by which male chauvinists and female sycophants gain and maintain acceptance, money, power and political influence.  I want to stop being blamed for the crimes inflicted on me, and I want to stop their infliction.

The people who are doing these things should stop doing them, without resentment and without first demanding that I acquiesce about anything, that I stop writing, that I stop talking, that I wear long pants and long skirts all summer, that I spend all of my time thinking about how to look neither frumpy nor attractive enough to be "begging" to be exploited, that I never try to be funny unless I agree to be the butt of degrading jokes, that I ask for the conglomerate's permission to have a social life, that I say nothing about this decade of abuse for the rest of my life.