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Female Readers

Dear Female Readers,

I want to see more of you. I really appreciate you reading and hopefully relating. a lot of my writing is gender bias and I think that women should learn to become a more cohesive group instead of pitting ourselves against one another for the sake of petty jealousies.

I got your back. Not your man; your back.

So females, I love you all. Let's stick together so we can survive in the Patriarch ( ain't nothing changing anytime soon)


  1. If there were a "like" button on blogspot, I would definitely click it here for sure! :)

    - From a female blog fan of yours.

  2. Although it may appear,
    that we hide for fear,
    of drawing too far near.
    We wait, we read, we hear.

    Do not worry, we exist,
    though only as Anonymous.


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