#this book!!

“In my fantasy, I don’t have to do a thing….I think that’s what some men miss. I don’t want to be asked about dinner, and I don’t want to be involved in the planning of the dates. A lot of men I’ve slept with have been submissives, I think. They’ve tried to be dominant, for me, but really, they’ve wanted me to do it all. To perform, to make it good, to be sexy.”

“We may be small, and we may be young, but we will shake the world for our beliefs.”

The joy of a Megan Rapinoe official autobiography is that her erratic spellings and love of emojis will more easily be deciphered with the help of professionals - so all the fun and probably inspiration of what shes saying and how shes saying it, without 15 minutes trying to figure out what on earth the emojis mean

Ten days after I left my father’s house I came to a valley, still wet from the rain that fell a moon before. Trees with leaves darker than my skin. Ground that held you for ten paces only to swallow you on your next step. Dens of the slithers, cobra and viper. I was a fool. I thought you learned the old ways by forgetting the new. Walking through the bush I told myself that though every sound was new, none was frightening. That the tree was not betraying where I tried to hide. The heat under my neck was not fever. The vines were not trying to jump my neck and strangle me until I died. And hunger and what passed for hunger. Pain hitting against my belly from the inside until it was tired of hitting. Looking for berries, looking for young tree bark, looking for monkeys, looking for what monkeys eat. More madness. I tried to eat dirt. I tried to follow snakes following rats through the brush. I felt something big following me. I climbed over a rock and wet leaves hit my face.