samanthakayne

'this is one side, my conventional side -
an attraction to tradition.
my vintage disposition,
my sincere architecture,
and i want to cook him dinner '

so... i'm a feminist. really. not militant, and maybe not hard-core, but definitely a feminist.

so why is that doing his fucking laundry brings me such joy? why does it make me smile to sneak around in the morning to look and see how he folds his shirts before i put them away?

i want him to think that his clothes are magically clean, that the coffeegrounds magically disappear, that his sodas just re-appear in the fridge when they're getting low.

this doesn't seem terribly feminist.

but i'm happy. and i'm doing all of these things because i choose to - and it's to feminists that i owe my freedom to make that choice.

it's not that i feel guilty, far from... it's just so unexpected.

mom said that this was gonna change my life... guess i just didn't realize how right she was.