I’ve spent years now, it seems to me, thinking that one fine day I’d wake up and all my torment would be over, and all my indecision would end — and that no man, no boy, no male — would ever have power over me again.
I’ve spent years now, it seems to me, thinking that one fine day I’d wake up and all my torment would be over, and all my indecision would end — and that no man, no boy, no male — would ever have power over me again.