When The Patriarchy Falls..

I’m a mother to a trans son. I’ve thrown myself into queer clubs and cabarets way passed my bedtime. At the deep deep intersection of class and gender, stands a woman with a bleach-drenched mop.

My side hustle is cleaning. Gives me a routine and keeps me grounded in the working class feminist struggle.
This song I heard at a campfire that year. I can name the musician who could probably name the musician who probably wrote it.