Potent quotables
I want my love to be the most extravagant gift I ever give you,” he whispers, his voice deep and reverent. “I want it to be outrageously unconditional. I want it to overflow and spill into every crevice of your life, every corner of your heart because that’s what you do for me.
The world isn’t designed for women like me. Women who’d rather be single literally for years than settle for a partner not worthy of her.
I became jaded with men early on. Cheating on me in high school and college. Leaving when it became clear I refused to compromise my desires for their own. They showed me over and over again that most of them couldn’t be trusted or relied on.
Falling in love with you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done,” I tell her. “It happened before I even realized it. I just knew you were the most fascinating woman I’d ever met and I wanted to know you. I wanted us to be friends, and then I wanted us to be everything.
I want you to consider us and what that could look like, if it might be worth at least trying.
There are women like me who are mothering in our own ways, but have never carried a child or been a parent. We’re teachers and mentors and social workers and godmothers. We find ways to pour love into the world, to shape the world for good without bearing a child. It’s not about our wombs. It’s about our hearts and how we share them. That is bodily agency—me getting to decide what I do with my body in this life.