You look
You look at her
You look at her like you can actually see her
You look at her like her doubt is the most beautiful thing
You have ever seen
And you… have no doubt
No doubt that one way or another
She is going to do whatever it takes
And she understands that you understand that she understands this
And when she needs to be asked, you tell her
And when she needs to be told, you ask her
And you make it clear that you have no illusions
That it is a given that she is superior
And that the world would be a better place
If women were in charge of the things that really mattered
And men, knowing how to do their jobs correctly
Offered them the relief that those responsible
For the survival of the species so deeply need
You get your feminist to thank you
by telling her profound truths and savage lies
By nurturing her and assaulting her with energy
By twisting her pigtails into flowers of death
You offer her taffy and salvation
You create her and destroy her and get out of her fucking way
You tell her,
“Take this force and swallow it
Chew on it, consume it
Take it inside you and perform your alchemy
Take the battered atoms we can only see the edges of
And grow them into living things
Make sense of me
Crawl to me
Honor me
Wander into this ridiculous forest
Let me grow strong on your need for protection
Let me make you safe by tearing you apart
Let me drown you in subconscious water
Let me make you a cup of tea
You know this is hopeless
You know there is nothing the gender can’t endure
You’re winning at business, but you’re losing at scrabble
Why don’t you let me teach you how to use your words”
I will lift you to heaven with the thrust of a jailbreak
Then I will drag you down until your mouth is full of mud
I will take your face in my hands
With the strength of a shaman
I will reach up inside you and pull the cum out of your guts until the sky behind your eyes is
redeemed
I will take your murderous rage and hold it for safe keeping
I will call you a dirty little whore
And you will thank me for it.
–Tommy Swerdlow