My hair is curling up. It's the man, he wants my hair to curl up like someone-who-does-not-care-about-how-she-looks. But why? Why does he want me not to care? "Because he doesn't want me to be conscious of how other men look at me" Jealousy? Perhaps. "You should not care." Reprimanding me, not to care. Who the fuck does he think he is ? "And nor should other men." "Because she's my property." 

 FUCK YOU.

  All of this happening in my imagination. I am very imaginative. Delusional, you might say. I speak with a hallucination of a man, and I bark and bark and bark. "Wow she's the mad feminist." Yes, I am the EPITOME of the mad feminist. 

 But you know what? The problem is that "I am SANE." How insane is that? I am talking through the vibration, through the air, through the living matter that one might call God. God, God, how do you talk to me? Am I the radio that catches your vibration and feels you, but only knows how to feel you and fail to verbalize what I am feeling?

 My attempt to place words on you has been impossible.  

 And it's always been this way. The mad woman has always been the sane one. Can't you see it? The pattern repeating itself? Look at all the submissive conservative women in this world, angry at the alpha males for starting the meaningless war just to pump up their fucking egos?  For the betrayal, all the admiration leading nowhere, and then the Pandoras, open the box, which is the reality of humanity, and all the evil in this world is now visible, and they blame it all on the Pandoras! 

 As if the reality would not be known had Pandora not opened it.

 But it was there all along, the evilness of human beings. And not noticing is being complicit, daring to put words to it is the only sin that women endeavored. It shall not even be called a sin, it's an act of courage, of wanting to know the truth and the reality. What if women have always been closer to the truth, but men have kept us away from it, to seem bigger than reality? Many women talk about it, and many men criticize women for criticizing them. Can't you take a criticism like a man? 

No, they can't. And that's how they start a war. To escape their reality, here and now.