"I love him because there are times where I hate him, because he is able to reduce me to nothing just by his silence. I love him because there is no scratch off of the spectra of elation and feeling utterly bereft, I have not witnessed. I die and I live in each breath that he sends my way. He makes me feel; an entire lifetime of pain, joy, hope and dark in a single encounter. He is all things to me. And maybe I've made a God of him. And maybe I suffer for this blasphemy. But that is nothing to me. I will hurt for him. I will live for him."

I used to be her. Before I sold out.

Old activists don't die. They go phansi.


(salvaged from an msn convo archive)