An antidote: a gallery of same sex ballroom dancers. I love love love swing dancing with other women I can’t even tell you.
I am desperately tired of seeing sexual violence depicted from the point of view of the perpetrator, little fillips for our understanding of a male character; tired of female sufferers rendered mute by the fictive world. If a novel is to depict sexual violence, let it do so from the point of view of the victimised, rather than the victimiser: let it create empathy, rather than elide it.
So this book has one dubious consent scene and one rape scene within twenty pages of each other aaaaaaaaaaaand that’s where I gave up.
"but women have sex organs on their chests! I don’t walk around with my pants off!"
I think what you mean to say is “women have secondary sex characteristics on their chests”, not sex organs
in which case let me remind you that your facial hair and enlarged adam’s apple are also secondary sex characteristics
if secondary sex characteristics bother you and you feel they should be covered up in public, please feel free to shove your entire head in a bag at any time
Conversationally we keep wandering back to spinsters. Spinsters in my inbox, spinsters along the river, spinsters male and female wandering in and out of my life. We need a spinster library. A library of women who are able to fuck off at a moment’s notice and go do her own thing. A spinster who is…