What Has Feminism Looked Like in My Grandma’s Life?
When she held hands with a man and walked down the street, it was an act of responsibility to herself.
nai nai po po,po po.
They did it like this! One, two, three, four, all five toes. I cried so much I was beyond consciousness.At night, finally, unable to stand the pain anymore, I would untie them in the dark. The smell of my feet after days or weeks of being bound, contained the stink of death.
What are we going to do with you,with such a bad girl?
jouissance.
He saw them walking through the streets, holding hands, no shame at all.
Responsibility is the most important thing in life, Responsibility at work, to your family, to your community. Responsibility to yourself.
Sarah Wang has written for BOMB, n+1, The Los Angeles Review of Books, Joyland, Catapult, Conjunctions, Stonecutter Journal, Story Magazine, The Third Rail, Ugly Duckling Presse, semiotext(e)’s Animal Shelter, Black Clock, Musée d'Art Contemporain de Lyon, and The Last Newspaper at the New Museum, among other publications. She has an essay forthcoming in The Shanghai Literary Review as well as a short story in the anthology Tiny Crimes: Very Short Tales of Mystery and Murder.
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