I Can’t Be a Feminist, I Like Men

“So, you’re a feminist.” –Friend

“No! Definitely not.”  -Me

“Why don’t you want to be called a feminist?” -Friend

“I can’t be a feminist, I like men!” -Me

I had rejected the word like a bad swear word.  I didn’t know what I was, but I wasn’t that.

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