The Spirit Bares Its Teeth

this book pissed. me. off. in the best and most intended way possible.

i am filled with rage that only this type of topic can induce in me. topics like bodily autonomy, biological sexes, gender identity, objectification of women drive me crazy. and sometimes its easy to forget about it. sometimes its so easy to let the rabbit inside of you just forget about all those troubles that people are going through because hey you're not going through them right now and why start a fuss and this is the easiest and quickest and quietest way of thinking. fuck. that.

this book pissed me off in the way that i needed to be pissed off. not because of the plot or the writing or the characters. these were all so top tier that i'm actually in shambles now that i know i will never bare witness to their story again (unless i inevitably reread this).

no. this book pissed me off because everyone was ~in~ on it. everyone. there was no one silas could turn to ~truly~ because everyone was the bad guy. society was the bad guy. society will either break you into the perfect man fearing wife or they will call you crazy as they burn you. i am a wreck after reading this. i am filled with rage. its not fair. i feel like a child screaming at whomever will hear. its. not. fair.

i could write a full dissertation on why this book carved out a little hole in my chest and will live their for the rest of my days. i will not. i will, however, continue to be filled with rage as we mark today as the 2nd year anniversary of roe v wade being overturned. i will continue to fuel my rage this november. i will rage. i will burn. i will gnash my teeth like mary and ellen and do what i can as the rabbit in my chest continues to thump. i am unwell.