
The drug must just induce a high like state, where everything feels like a dream. Like sleepwalking but a tad bit more aware, that’s dangerous. Imagine fantasizing you had sex with your crush and all you did was rape them ? Or dreaming of flying but what you really did was jump off a building ? That needs to get off the streets
But I have to say I feel like crying. As a woman this feels like reading the very beginning, the very emergence of women fights to be their own person, to have the right to exist. How do I even begin to express how it feels? Death row convicted women, by men, the actual one who kept trailing over them, making someone their voice, sacrificing till their life to make their body the stairs to freedom. Imagine making something so great being born in a prison, being the mother of change. I just keep crying , it’s so sadly beautiful.