To settle a troublesome discourse, I have provided here the most faithful and poetic possible translation of the beginning of the Odyssey.
We male sex. We
complex. We
fake horse. We
off course. We
sail long. We
hear song. We
pig crew. We
home soon.
“are you ready for some real feminist theory?”
*monique wittig gulps*
*simone de beauvoir nods nervously*
*andrea dworkin sighs*
“yes, twitter user stevebroughto11" they all say in unison
girl i met on dating app: so if you’re a sub-leaning switch, why are you the domme in most of your relationships?
me: so do you know the article Who’s the Beatdown
Last night I couldn’t sleep (what’s new), so naturally I spent 3 hours going down the Twitter rabbit hole of white women in the suburbs who love Harris but are married to a male Trump supporter.
It’s this whole other world of women of all ages sharing their plans and fears. 🧵