I went to the thrift store and picked out a couple skirts and a cute sweater, the changing room was closed so I tried on a skirt in the McDonald’s bathroom and it fit. I don’t know how I had the courage to do this because Ive barely worn women’s clothing on my own let alone in public but I just kept it on as I took the bus home. I was giddy laughing to myself because I looked in the mirror and actually liked how I looked. I have some thinking to do
There’s only been one way out the whole time. Organize. For. REVOLUTION. That doesn’t mean stash some guns with your friends who are already leftists (not that that’s negative) , but organize your community, being more people into the fold ,study revolutionary movements. We build the movement or we submit to the death machine, and we keep revolution as the goal in mine or we become harm reduction liberals and never reach liberation