KimRaiFan

The moon is a cold white disc tonight yet underneath, you and I feel warm but small, insignificant beneath the blackness of dreams. We talk about work and sex and math, making promises unkept. We base the moment on each other, the blur of tears, the heaviness of our souls and the stars that swathe in the black above us. I close my eyes, and we're the shadows on the moon unfurling evermore.

Yes, I Have A Penis Do not assume (if I hold the door for you), that I am making a statement about your inabilities to open the door for yourself. If you hold it for me, I'll say 'thankyou'. Do not assume (if I pay for the meal), that I am underestimating your earning capacity as a woman. If you invite me out for a meal, you're paying. Do not assume (if I defend your rights), that I am belittling the attempts that you have made to defend your rights yourself. If you defend my rights, I'll consider you human.