“Hey hey, ho ho, the patriarchy has got to go,” fifty of us chant as we march past the Eugene Saturday Market. We are protesting the new abortion law passed in Texas along with people in cities throughout the country. “My body, my choice!” the leader calls out, her voice growing increasingly hoarse. “My body, my choice!” we echo. My voice is extra enthusiastic, responding to the leader's commitment.
AWESOME !!!! Great article ALEX. Thanks for sharing your personal stories regarding some of the ways "the patriarchy" has effected you.
Special!.... very, very special! Thanks!
This is a beautiful expression of your heart, and the use of your own story to look at the complex story of patriarchy. I teared up a couple of times. Having been in that house, having used that toilet, having met your uncle, and both your parents, it moved me. Some deep stirrings. I made a dipping sauce with butter yesterday, and it kept separating, and settling at the bottom, needing to be stirred. Your story has stirred my own, and my own ponderings, and I feel less lonely in them. Thank you for sharing this. I feel it could be beneficial for others. Love you, sweet friend.