shit is just totally backwards these days. when did speaking about your oppression turn into being mean, bitter, combative, and complaining? when did those who speak up about our oppression need to be “nice” about it? my rapist was a nice, charming man who made me laugh & then took advantage of his position as someone who had infinite power over me. My molester was a family member, who begged me to have sex with her, and she was ALWAYS nice about it & when I said no, she would be sad, making me feel as if I was being “mean.” I don’t care about niceness, I care about respect and justice. I’m mean as hell & I don’t curr about your feelings. Pets are nice. They liked to be touched and held & played with. I don’t. If you want someone to coddle your feelings, buy a pet. Cuz I am no one’s pet, no one’s mammy. Your feelings mean less than nothing to me, as long as they are in opposition with my survival, my self determination.