I always want to surround myself with strong, powerful womyn so I have a constant reminder of the significance and power I hold
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| — | Me, lately |
Bitch magazine, Vegan cupcake, and Sewing myself a Pad.
Almost like nesting, but for your period.
I always have awful periods. I get super moody and depressed. This is the time to spoil oneself. Embellish in sweets, celebrate the female unity, and prepare yourself for your body’s release of 28 days of built up emotion. Makes me feel happier about the whole experience..
The goals of feminism are carried out by everyday women themselves, a point that is often lost on the media. Maybe you aren’t sure you need feminism, or you’re not sure it needs you. You’re sexy, a wallflower, you shop at Calvin Klein, you are a stay-at-home mom, a big Hollywood producer, a beautiful bride in all white, an ex-wife raising three kids, or you shave, pluck AND wax. In reality, feminism wants you to be whoever you are— but with a political consciousness. And vice-versa: you want to be feminist because you want to be exactly who you are.
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| — | Manifesta: Young women, feminism, and the future. |
Schools have classes called “women’s studies,” and “African-American literature” because the standard for existence set by white men has yet to be rescinded in this age. “Normal” history is the history of a certain class of white people, from the perspective of men. All the other histories are precisely that: other.
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| — | Cunt: A Declaration of Independence. |
When wars are declared, everyone involved in the declaration assumes women will be raped. Invading soldiers do not necessarily rape women to hurt us, per se. Women are raped to stymie the moral of husbands, fathers, and sons. Women’s bodies are considered solely in regard to how they affect men. In the context of war, rape literally plants the seed of the invader in the body of a people. The secret weapon of war is spiritually crippling an entire nation of human beings and generations to come by sexually assaulting as many women and girls as possible.
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| — | Cunt: A Declaration of Independence. |
I went down the aisle where I would find ‘feminine hygiene’ products, bitterly playing that term through my mind. Why are words like “hygiene” and “sanitary” — which imply that a woman’s cunt is unclean— acceptable in our society? Why are these people trying to sell me feminine deodorant spray? That’s like hawking floral air freshener to a lady who lives in a rose garden.
Also, excuse me, but what’s so clean about dicks?
One never hears of sanitary jock straps, deodorant condoms, perfumed Hershey-Squirt protection pads or hygienic ball wipes, whereas I’ve heard tell of need for such products.
Also, excuse me, but what’s so clean about dicks?
One never hears of sanitary jock straps, deodorant condoms, perfumed Hershey-Squirt protection pads or hygienic ball wipes, whereas I’ve heard tell of need for such products.
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| — | “Cunt: A Declaration of Independence” |
“The calf was whisked away. Away from his mother, from his clan, from those nine months of calf certainty that when he was born, he would be born into something, a world with a mother, with milk. Instead he was carted off. Though only moments old, he sensed the wrongness of this separation and attempted to cry, a strangled sound. His exhausted mother struggled to stand, took a deep breath and screamed. It was an ear-piercing bellow. She attempted to follow her calf, to provide what a mother provides – nourishment, grooming, comfort. She was blocked by gates and people, by space and by unyielding greed for what rightfully belonged to her calf, her milk.”
