do you understand how many men would be found rolled over in a bed sweating from the things he refused to say? calling it a fever dream. calling it hyperhidrosis. calling it sex. calling it everything but the truth. pumped up on everything, coming off of some thing that never feels as good as that first time he felt it. do you understand how many men would die? headlines, tombstones, silent prayers… found dead,
without the compassion of a woman who born this way has no choice but to say the true thing and live that free.
