I’m reading a book called ‘I Love Dick’ by Chris Kraus.
It is not in fact a pornographic word-fest, but a real and essential account of infatuation; and of being a woman today.
What role do women have within the love story? Do they degrade themselves by meeting society’s stereotypes to be desirable? I love that she stays true to herself, and feels the agony of the world, and Dick’s rejection – though of course not his penis’s.
Her exploration seems like what we should all be doing: accepting life’s shit just to be real. Giving a genuine account feels like the only way we can make progress in this double-standarding, hypocritical, bullshit-sheen of a world.
There is so much complexity in this world. You have to fight even to follow your soul – if you are to stay well. But, at least for me, I’d like to fight to be real.