Bikes. Food. Style. Hip Hop. Love. Justice.
My first morning in Florence. Wide awake at 6am. I hadn’t slept all night.
A pesky mosquito kept me on guard. I was tired of getting bitten.
Perhaps the solitude was making me restless. This feeling of captivity in my foreignness.
I almost prefer the tourist traps at this point. The false hospitality of service workers is the closest thing I can find to comfort nowadays.
Why did I even come here?
For moments like this.
Feminism isn’t only about giving women access (or acknowledging the prescence and work of women) in male-dominated fields. It is also about elevating the status of what is traditionally considered as “female” or “girly” and opening up rigid gender roles. If behaviours and activites that we often identify as female are no longer seen as negative and inferior, they lose their power as insults and will not be considered undesirable qualities in a man.
One of the biggest light bulbs that went off for me in my life was when I realized how much patriarchy and sexism had damaged me. How I struggled to overcompensate for all the ways I didn’t fit into the “man box” and therefore denied myself my own humanity. I’m still undoing that damage even to this day.