I Need Feminism
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Last published Sun, May 25, 2014
I'm not going to excuse this rant. This is not me 'letting my feelings out'. This is me, taking a stand. I'm fighting back in the only way I know how, using my words, and I'm sure as f*cking hell going to fight like a girl.
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