No matter what happens, I'll be okay. The world has ended for me many times before, and somehow it always begins again. Some things are unfortunate. Some are unnecessary. Some are exhausting. But life goes on, and every time it does, I'm reminded that I'm indestructible.
Tolerating always turns to resentment. At first, you call it patience, then love. But what it really is, is self-abandonment. Every time you swallow a boundary, excuse a pattern or silence your discomfort, something inside you keeps score. Likes And eventually, the bill comes due.
Ok so here’s how it works
Dads with daughters: Women’s restroom.
Moms with daughters: Women’s restroom.
Dads with sons: Men’s restrooms.
Mothers with sons: Women’s restroom.
Hope that helps.
Saying women control access to sex is purity culture rooted in the belief that women withhold sex because they have more to lose and the idea that sexual agency and having boundaries don’t apply to men justifying and normalizing male perversion and promiscuity
A lot of Ghanaian women see girl children as their competition for men, that's why they're able to "the teacher is wrong" and add but. They don't see children they see competitors & it's pretty fucking sad. Men aren't a prize for you to adultify children for.