soracities:

I mean complete, unreserved, unapologetic cultivation of all that is messy, ugly, condemned and reviled for women. I mean no more being forced to walk an exhausting, endless tightrope of crippling shame and fear, self-loathing and self-surveillance, no more endlessly checked and restrained desires - no more being punished for those desires. I mean no more of the toxic, quietly stifled rage that we know so intimately for all of our lives. I mean totally unleashing and no giving a damn anymore what it looks like. I mean ‘liberation’ first and above all else, not ‘empowerment’. I mean teeth and unruly hair and downright fabulous grotesquery. I mean embracing the fact that, after centuries, a grand, collective Snap is coming and it is going to be ugly and absolutely fucking glorious.