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Category: Hillary Jordan

What we can’t speak, we say in silence.

She felt a soft brush of lips against her forehead, heard the other woman murmur, “Sleep now, chére.”Chére, Hannah though. Cherished. It was a good thing to be. She wrapped the word around her and carried it down with her into sleep.

feminist, science-fiction

She’d crossed into a place where truth, even if it was brutal, was all she had to offer.

feminist, science-fiction

That wasn’t enough. They weren’t enough.Nor, she soon realized, was Will, though by every rational measure he ought to have been. … He became ardent, spoke of love, hinted at marriage. She stilled his roving hands and deflected his near-proposals. Finally, when his frustration turned to anger, she cut him loose, bleeding and disoriented, her own heart perfectly intact.Aidan wouldn’t leave it intact, she’d known that from the first. Long before they became lovers, she could foresee that there would be an after, and that it would lay waste to them both.

feminist, science-fiction

She stood by the bed and stroked her father’s hand, knowing how desperately afraid he must feel at this moment. He’d always prided himself on being the kind of man who could be counted on, a man to whom others looked for advice and support. Dependence would wither his spirit, and the thought of that, of her father being diminished or broken, was almost as unbearable as the thought of losing him.

feminist, science-fiction

She prayed for that all through the night, uncertain to Whom or what, but with a feeling that almost resembled faith.

feminist, science-fiction

To be touched with love was a kind of miracle.

feminist, science-fiction

Here she was, being rescued by a socialist, feminist, lesbian, baby-killing, foreign terrorist. What would the ladies in the sewing circle say to that?

If women’s pants were suggestive, men’s were equally so, and they revealed a great deal more of what was underneath them. . . . And yet no one accused men of being improper or encouraging sin by reminding women of what hung between their legs. She looked at herself in the mirror, irritated suddenly by the double standard. This was how her body was made. The fact that it was well made and encased in a pair of blue jeans didn’t mean she was inviting anything.

dystopia, equality, fiction, sexism, women

I figure if there is a God, She’s good and surged right now about the state of things down here.

If God is the Creator, if God englobes every single thing in the universe, then God is everything, and everything is God. God is the earth and the sky, and the tree planted in the earth under the sky, and the bird in the tree, and the worm in the beak of the bird, and the dirt in the stomach of the worm. God is He and She, straight and gay, black and white and red – yes even that…and green and blue and all the rest. And so, to despise me for loving women or you for being a Red who made love with a woman, would be to despise not only His own creations but also to hate Himself. My God is not so stupid as that.

inspirational, religion

You don’t have to stop thinking and asking questions to believe in God, child. If He’d wanted a flock of eight billion sheep, He wouldn’t have given us opposable thumbs, much less free will.