Feminism 101: On Owning and Owing

You do not own me. I do not own you.My body system is mine. Bodies are yours.My physical space is mine, as well as your physical space is yours, unless of course we invite each other in and respect the limitations while there. The spaces we build—physical spaces like house, and conceptual spaces like home, and virtual spaces, and also the spaces by which relationships and allegiances and romantic love might be forged—are our very own, except where they're communally built.I do not owe you explanations in my options that don't affect you, and also you don't owe any in my experience.I do not owe a presentation of my self, an expression of my identity, a conformance to randomly defined norms or archetypes, a psychological response, or perhaps a facial expression to help you comfortable. You don't owe me these things.If you would like me to smile, don't let me know to smile. Just produce something to smile about.