I had an experience this last weekend that I would like and feels important for me to share with you!
I was at home in my little studio apartment in Brooklyn, it was around 8 pm on a Saturday evening, still daylight, my windows were wide open as a first cool breeze entered the room after a really hot and humid day here in New York. I became aware of a yelling male voice outside. It would not stop. It even got louder and more aggressive and so did the weeping of a woman. It went on and on and on, with not much variation in his wording which alternated between fucking and bitch or a combination of the two and the energy down there on the street got worse.
At a certain moment, I as was sitting at my desk writing, I jumped straight up from my chair with the direct calling to go down there. As I just got home after a long day and wasn’t supposed to go out anywhere, I was already in my homey dress with some old, striped men shorts and an even older loose t-shirt that I’m dragging with me now for probably the last ten years until it will completely fall apart. I just slipped into my flipflops and grabbed the key. Outside of my apartment door there was this short instant, where the voice in my mind was saying “Are you sure you are doing the right thing, Tina?” – but in the same moment my hand was already turning the key in the lock. So, no question!