Feminist lesbian and a failure. I hit the wall, I first chose to become a mam's wife and second giving back my feminist badge. I won't say it was easy, but it put me in a place where I could think, in peace. I am a lesbian, I just am, that is not my choice. I am not a feminist that is my choice. I am a wife that is my choice. Yes maybe his ring is a chocker around my neck, maybe his name is a patriarchal tradition. But being a his wife has given me the ability to fly, tethered to him yes but free to fly, whereas feminist just clipped my wings.