Walking straight into violence was nothing new to me. I’d learned how to walk deliberately and unflinchingly into violence from my father, like so many other children do in this country.
In fact, in this country we raise all of our children on one form of violence or another. And so my question is not, “Why did you walk into that violence?”
My question is, “Where does my love come from that I walk through male violence to find it?”
Lidia Yuknavitch has an essay in Guernica about love, violence, and the stories we tell ourselves.
