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Our culture is quick to dismiss the emotional as illegitimate, insubstantial, not worth considering, and nobody wants their pain to be dismissed. But by refusing the connection between mind and body, we neglect an important area of research and also accept the misogynistic and foolish tradition of regarding a subset of “female” pain as nonexistent, exaggerated, imaginary, a sign of weakness.

— Amy Berkowitz, Tender Points

The first time she told her mother to fuck off, her mother was sitting on the dirty blue velvet couch, reading the newspaper. Polly walked into the living room, excited. Her mother didn’t look up. There was a bottle of beer, open, mostly full, sweating on the table next to her.
“Fuck you!” Polly said, clenching and unclenching her fists.
Her mother looked up, alarmed, but without missing a beat, she whacked Polly across the face with the newspaper.

—Paula Bomer, “Down the Alley” from Inside Madeleine

You have to be tough to be a drug addict. You have to sit there a lot of the time and be sick. So many times I thought, "I am not too much of a wuss to be a drug user."

Problems, Jade Sharma

"At the end of every sexual relationship I never cry because I save my tears for shit like dog food commercials and reality television singing competitions, but I always want to because “that dude seemed cool with all my weird moles and dark fleshy patches and holy shit I can never show this wretched body to anyone ever again.”"

-Samantha Irby, “Forest Whitaker’s Neck” from Meaty

Art supercedes what's personal. It's a philosophy that serves patriarchy well and I followed it more or less for 20 years.

That is: until I met you.

–Chris Kraus, I Love Dick