the more time i spend around men who just knuckle down and bear tremendous hardship without complaining - the jewish men in my life, mine workers, bears, leathermen -
the more i am increasingly “oh. oh, it really is power that was always the problem in my interactions.“ including when i have had power-over, because that impacts how they react to me
and the more i really love and relate to these gentle, quiet, “stoic” men and treasure seeing them get to be out of their shells and louder
and the more insight into myself i have
and the more hopeful i feel
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