Quoting Walt Whitman in a dance club.
The new America?
I have some really backwards ideas of safety as a woman. And I realize this comes from a place in which I have never *physically* felt at odds with someone. I’ve wandered so many neighborhoods of DC alone. In the middle of the night. In my “going out” outfits. There are times when I just don’t have someone to walk with. Or I want to leave early. Or the buses stopped running and I don’t have money for a cab. Or my house is a mile away and fuck it if I’m gonna pay someone to drive me a 15 minute walk away. I’m not really scared of my city. It comforts me. And I know bad things happen. But I hate being scared. I’m scared of too many things already to be afraid of my beloved city. And there have been far too many times where people have been kind. Or helpful. Encouraging even. In the middle of the night. In my going out clothes. I’ve seen so many memes with things that women are “afraid to do” because they are women. I’ve done most all of them. I don’t know what this makes me. Maybe “stupid”. But just like I refuse to bend to stereotypes of women, I refuse to bend to stereotypes of my city. I love this city. Gritty, imaginative, scrounging, creating. I would trade my solitary 2 mile 2 am walks for nothing in the world. What does this make me? A bad feminist? Perhaps. I just think if people stopped being afraid, it would make all the difference. There is so much we don’t talk about in the scheme of things because they fit outside the one-liners or the pedagogical ideals. If something bad happens to me, it happens. But not because I was afraid or asking for it. Because bad things happen and bad people exist. This is the truth. But I refuse to be afraid because of it.
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