The greatest feminists have also been the greatest lovers. I’m thinking not only of Mary Wollstonecraft and her daughter Mary Shelley, but of Anais Nin, Edna St. Vincent Millay, and of course Sappho. You cannot divide creative juices from human juices. And as long as juicy women are equated with bad women, we will err on the side of being bad.
You were the first friend I made here on Tumblr, back when I was a newbie and had no idea how to make anything. You’re incredibly creative, and always supporting other people’s work. I wish we talked more (I blame time zones), because you’re always great with advice be it a real life situation or character/plot stuff. I hope you have a fantastic birthday :)