I have removed my right to sit and sigh, and give my girlfriends a knowing look, and say, Men!
Because I have decided Men! don’t exist as a group that oppress women, that share similar characteristics, that always do that, that know no better.
I have given Men! more than the benefit of the doubt; I have given them faith.
I have been called a misogynist for my trouble. I’m stuck in the sisterhood without any sisters. And I can’t blame Men!
My love and empathy for Men! knows no bounds. It sails on into the horizon; it is my love for everyone.
But sometimes, just sometimes, my dear, precious, fucked up, confused and beautiful Men!
I wish you would do me the favour of treating me like I’m not some kind of threat, like I’m not the one who’s come to spoil your Men! party,
That I don’t jeopardise your masculinity by finding you out. By realising it can sometimes be complicated, being Men!
I wish, sometimes, just sometimes, I could walk out into the night air and shout and swear and sigh, that old, comforing sigh, and say, Men!