I wanted to write about a woman who was angry, who had a right to be angry, and who wasn’t going to apologize for it.
要是我梦见你爱我,你休怪,休要迁怒于睡眠;你的爱只在梦乡存在,醒来,我空余泪眼。
In the end, all stories are about the search for meaning.
I'm not a feminist. I hail men, I love men. I celebrate American male culture, and beer, and bars and muscle cars...