Dear Future Husband,
I don’t want us to be those parents who never act romantic in front of their children. I want our kids to learn how to really love somebody because we lead by example. So kiss me in the kitchen while I’m pouring cereal, cuddle with me on the couch during family movie night, and hold my hand while we grocery shop.
Let’s show them what true love looks like, so when they find it for themselves they’ll never let it go.
I hate when people comfort the privileged. Like, no. I want you to be fucking uncomfortable. I want you to take notice of the people being killed, raped, beaten, alienated because of their identity. I want you to think about how the system favours you and what that means for others. I want you to reevaluate your actions to make sure youre actively working against the systemic oppression of others. If you’re comfortable, then youre in the wrong.