Ya basta.

I learned that tonight. Sometimes saying things in other languages makes them more powerful. Finding a different way to say something that has already become a repetitive thought in my head. But spoken in a different language it is a secret even to myself because the tongue is foreign.

I'm going to go and ride my bike. And feel stronger than I have in weeks because my legs will be manifesting my energy into movement. Move move movement. I've had it up to the metaphorical "here" with women symbols being crossed out. M's being > than W's. Every image and inflammatory/bigoted statement cutting at my core and cutting me down to size.

I deserve "this" (Read as: Respect, love, equality, freedom) , but I am stuck in the muck and myre of "that" (Read as: manipulation, lies, hate, neverending stories). Binary boxes and lovely codependencies coddled and nurtured over years.

I'm going to ride my bike and then form a circle around a fire with my friends and people who have yet to become my friends. Being alone followed by being surrounded. Zipping through parking lots followed by sitting on trunks.