I don’t think you were made to follow men around, to wait for their cues, and to cower in the presence of creative people. I think you’re doing these things out of habit. You think it’s audacious to stand up for your talents, to boldly proclaim yourself a writer and take the life that you want and tell the life you don’t want to fuck off. Listen, it doesn’t matter if every human on the planet would kill for your job. If you don’t want it, then to hell with it.
