You know that feeling, girlfriend, when nothing gets in your way, you fire up your acetylene torch and go all industrial on some shit? That's empowerment. It's straight outta Flashdance, I tells ya. Men get it too, but it's when we discover that we have some slice of gay in our pie chart that we are empowered, and we end up doing some sing-along to a Maria tune or drag queen act set to "Dancing Queen" at a family reunion, bar, theater, or militant takeover of your child's talent show. In either case, we end up returning to our dance studio, sewing room, tool shed, or job as a chartered accountant. I returned to the woods, logging, after I did a stint as a makeup girl in an off-off--off Broadway production of "Hedwig and the Angry Inch". See how this works?
So, tell me, what did you do to get empowered and what did you return to after said empowerment? Be creative.
3 years ago