Because I’m a cis person who tries hard not to be scummy. And the parts of who I am that remain scummy and refuse to clean up their act should die off and fall away. And if I absolutely couldn’t help being scummy, then yeah, the world would be better off without me.
I try to check my privilege as much as I can, and you should, too.
1. It is unlikely that I will be ostracized by my family and friends, fired from my job, evicted from my home, given substandard medical care, suffer violent or sexual abuse, ridiculed by the media, or preached against by…
…Is constantly discredited because it attempts to give a voice to ALL who are oppressed by patriarchal power structures - including animals and the environment. And you know how much people hate recognising their privilege, so I guess it’s no surprise.
We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we were reading, and several boys made comments such as, “That’s disgusting.” We got into the debate and eventually a boy admitted that he was terrified/disgusted when he was once sharing a taxi and the other male…
“Because when we find ourselves believing that killing a man makes us more of a man, but loving a man makes us less of a man, it’s probably time to reexamine our criteria for manhood.”—Jay Smooth, founder of New York City’s longest-running hip hop radio program, WBAI’s Underground Railroad and video blogger. (via spunkywarcannon)
I love when MAC lipsticks are limited edition and you have to buy them off of Ebay or Amazon from the people who buy and hoard them to resell them at double the price because it’s sold out online and in your nearest MAC store.
I thought it was time to start reading some lesbian literature.
Have any of you read them?
Hello, stranger! I have read all three of those books! I remember reading Empress of the World and finding it decent. I believed I liked Kissing Kate, though I can’t remember, so perhaps I might not have liked it very much. Girl Walking Backwards, on the other hand, was one of my favorite books when I was in high school. I think it was one of the first lesbian YA fiction books I read. I think I liked it because it was so much more mature than a lot of the other YA novels I had read. I hope you like them!
Forgive me for a moment; I have to settle this urge of mine. MOTHER FUCKINGBITCH MANIFESTO. Sorry, I felt the need to be very aggressive in my assertion of this manifesto. How can you not be? Can we stop for a second and examine some of the implications of this piece? Firstly, it’s encouraging women to be Bitches. Second, it’s encouraging them to be proud of being a Bitch. If that doesn’t rile you up, I don’t know what will!
Anyway, let me get back to what I wanted to talk about. And that is Bitch as Other; Bitch as nothing; Bitch as an uncomfortable contradiction in and of herself. How does a Bitch navigate a world that cringes whenever she breathes; whenever she takes a breath, fills up space, exhales, but doesn’t deflate? Just so we’re all on the same page, that lack of deflation is key. Bitch continues to take up space; continues to dominate the space around her; continues to alienate herself because she is the very thing that people hate to see in anyone but themselves - confident.
I wish I could say I was a Bitch. I wish I could tell the people reading this entry (if there are any reading it, of course) that I had the confidence that is apparent in Bitches. But I don’t. I take up space because I’m loud in my leanings. I’ll discuss with classmates, coworkers, family, and friends my sexuality - that I prefer women to men, that I love women, and I’ll tell them about my partner for as long as they’ll listen (and then longer!). And that makes people uncomfortable, I’m sure, but not in the way that Bitch does. At least I don’t think it does.
Bitches, likewise, don’t care too much for other women. They grow up disliking other women. They can’t relate to them, they don’t identify with them, they have nothing in common with them. Other women have been the norm into which they have not fit.
I need to talk about this passage for a second. It is very important to me. It is the passage which stuck out the most to me. It is the passage that defines me. Me, me, me, right? If I’m so caught up in myself it’s only because I’m so fucking confused about myself. Am I a woman? Well, yes, and no. Am I a man? No, but also yes. I don’t dislike other women. I dislike that I am not them; I do not look like them, but also am so similar to them that my chest hurts. And, of course, this doesn’t make much sense. I’m too hesitant to talk about it. I hope people will accept my cryptic messages.
“When male baboons who are getting along well run into each other and want to say howdy, they yank on each other’s penises….Among male primates, this means trust.”—Robert M. Sapolsky, A Primate’s Memoir