I miss Sherry.
With all of the hubbabaloo about the feminist paper — especially that feminist paper, I’ve been thinking about her more often than not for the past few days.
This paper, the jalepeno-cheese paper, offending people in the pizzaria while we’re talking about BDSM, submission, and feminism. This paper that caused her to crow “I knew you were a feminist” like she’d caught me with my hand in the cookie jar. This paper that prompted me to look at women’s silence as something subversive and the importance of voice and presence in a Shakespeare play.
This paper, the one in which I discovered my own voice. It wasn’t just my paper. It was our paper in a way that I really can’t describe.
I went to the seminar on relationships a couple of weeks back, and I can’t explain how powerful it really was. Chris Chenoweth really put things in perspective for me. He talked about how people don’t fall in love with other people; they fall in love with the way people make them feel.
Lyrical Fool 