“Suddenly I realized that happiness did have to be aspirational, that every good thing in this world that was denied to me and them because of some arbitrary bullshit ideology that we had no say in was inherently ours to claim, and I said that shit too. I said it loudly, sweetly, and abrasively. I was insistent, maybe even dogged, but I didn’t care. I was giddy. This shit felt good, and I felt more free than I ever had in my life.” (Tanya Denise Fields, p. 28)