the womanist

Him: you really don't want to like me this evening

Her: I don't, even when I try to be nice. I can't

Her: For all these years I think I may secretly have been so repulsed by what you say about women. And though I did not say anything, I’ve now learned to hate you. The subconscious is crazy

Him: I must rustle your deep seeded feminist beliefs

Her: indeed that's it. The womanist in me desires to set you on fire

naked,

publically,

laughing,

with a snake tattoo on my shoulder

Him: I understand....the modern theme of feminism is to destroy good men

Her: that is not true. And by no means do I consider you a good man. And that's not being mean... just personal observation