Dispatches From The Gynocracy

This is the best damn thing I have ever seen in my whole damn life. Stop.

The Belle Jar

“WE HAVE KILLED ALL THE MEN. STOP. MADE THEM JERK OFF INTO CUPS FIRST. STOP. WILL USE THEIR SPERM FOR ARTIFICIAL INSEMINATION UNTIL WE DISCOVER ASEXUAL REPRODUCTION OR HAVE PERFECTED CLONING. STOP.”

“WE HAVE BANNED ALL THE LITERARY CLASSICS. STOP. WE DO NOT WANT OUR CITIZENS DEVELOPING PATRIARCHAL IDEAS ABOUT WOMEN BECAUSE OF THE GREAT GATSBY OR THAT DICK ERNEST HEMINGWAY. STOP. DID YOU KNOW ERNEST HEMINGWAY WAS A DICK. STOP.”

“WE WOULD LIKE TO EXTEND TO YOU A FORMAL INVITATION TO OUR ANNUAL ANDREA DWORKIN DAY CELEBRATIONS. STOP. PLEASE BRING YOUR OWN KNIVES FOR YOUR PARTICIPATION IN THE CEREMONIAL CASTRATION OF OUR SYMBOLIC PAPIER MACHÉ REPRESENTATION OF THE PATRIARCHY. STOP. AFTERWARDS THERE WILL BE A VEGAN MEAL SERVED IN THE TOWN SQUARE BECAUSE ANIMALS ARE OPPRESSED PEOPLE TOO. STOP.”

“WE HAVE BANNED ALL PHALLIC SYMBOLS. STOP. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MANY THINGS LOOK PHALLIC WHEN YOU REALLY THINK ABOUT…

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The Break

– This is my (sexy) take on Wimbledon


The Break

On a sweaty Sunday in June I broke him.
Our twinned tanned limbs
sizzle
on the flat frying pan surface of Court One.

Only the taut, white barrier divides us
his hazy silhouette shimmers before me.
A mirage.
The sheen of moisture on his vulnerable upper lip mirroring my own.

Our guttural grunts collide –
all that penetrates the utter calamity of absolute silence.

He extends, a gargantuan clash of strength
reaching beyond the point of no return.
The slow arc of the ball
descends into battle.

I answer, my screaming muscles
unheard
above the catcalls of the baying crowd
stirring me on
to finish the kill.

Again, I serve.
You could hear a pin

 

On a sweaty Sunday in June
I broke him.

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Fuck “Sexy”

This is such a great point! Consent is sexy. But consent is sexy because non-consent isn’t sexy! If you’re having sex, and there’s no consent, not only is it not sexy, IT’S RAPE. We need to stop selling consent, just like we sell everything else in this capitalist-obsessed society. Because selling something gives us a choice not to buy it, and consenting sex shouldn’t be one of a variety of options, it should be the only imaginable option. Consent isn’t sexy, it’s sex.

The Belle Jar

Sometimes I feel like I want to ban the word sexy. Like, take that shit out of the dictionary and impose a fine whenever someone uses it.

Which is pretty funny because I’m super sex-positive and I definitely want people to feel good about their bodies and secure in their sexuality, however it manifests itself.

But man am I ever fucking tired of how we use that word to shame girls and sell them on a bunch of gross patriarchal ideas about how they should be.

Take this picture, which was tweeted/posted by Floyd Mayweather and has been making the rounds over the past few days:

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Like, first of all, this is a dude who has been charged with two counts of domestic violence. Why would anybody think that what he has to say about women is even a little bit valid? I am not really down with anyone…

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The Stolen World

Reblogged because I think this is beautiful, simple and yet has this underlying anger that makes it strong.

The Occasional Poet

If we gave you an inch
Then you’d pilfer our yard
And we gave you a mile
So you co-opted our world

Every road closed for passage
With no safe return
No markings to guide us
As we watched our Romes burn

And the skies became yours
And the seas and the lands
All the sand in the timers
And the grain in your hands

We went diving for pearls
And came back with just grit
No beauty to cling to
Just foul oyster spit

We searched and we traveled
Across oceans and time
Trying to find
Our first homes so sublime

But you’d broken them down
And built towers of steel
The surroundings were deadly
With you at the wheel

So we packed up our bags
And we shuffled away
Striving forever
For a safe space to stay

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Possessing The Secret of Joy


MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING – This post contains descriptions of Female Genital Mutilation and therefore comes with a trigger warning

I recently read Alice Walker’s ‘Possessing The Secret of Joy’. The book is a kind of follow-up to her incredibly famous ‘The Colour Purple’, which follows the life of Celie, an African-American woman who is raped by her stepfather and has two children by him, children that he takes from her in the opening pages of the book.

‘Possessing The Secret of Joy’ follows Tashi, the African woman who marries one of Celie’s lost children (a man called Adam). It is briefly mentioned in The Colour Purple that, before leaving Africa, Tashi chooses to undergo the ‘female initiation’, as well as getting tribal markings cut into her face, in order to preserve her sense of identity as a woman of the dying Olinka tribe upon arriving in America. ‘Possessing The Secret of Joy’ focuses entirely on that incident and its repercussions, which seriously damage, and eventually end Tashi’s life.

The ‘female initiation’ mentioned in The Colour Purple, is, in fact, female genital mutilation, a fact that I entirely missed out on when I read The Colour Purple at 12, 14, 16, 18, 22 etc etc.

This book profoundly affected me as a child and young woman, initially giving my Christian beliefs colour and life (and taking away the image I always had of a white guy in a beard in the clouds as ‘God’), and, once my faith left and I became pretty much an atheist, giving me perhaps my first understanding of the importance of feminism, and of the equal rights movement.

This book started my journey (as a white person) to understanding the effects of racism, a journey that for me started with The Colour Purple, Noughts and Crosses, To Kill A Mockingbird, Roots etc.

From a feminist perspective, The Colour Purple horrified me with its portrayal of misogyny and violence, then beautifully showed me the joy of female relationships and independence.

Back to ‘Possessing The Secret of Joy’. I’d like to say that this book touched me, that it affected me, that it made me cry. But I can’t. Of course, it did all of those things. But it was deeper than that, it was more than making me upset or sad. It was more than feelings. This book attacked me and shocked me to the core. It shoved itself down my throat, beautifully, and made me swallow the bitterest pill I’ve ever swallowed.
I didn’t have a good understanding of female genital mutilation before I read ‘Possessing The Secret of Joy’. Now I understand all too well what the practise is, what it entails, what brought it about and the horrific lifelong pain and suffering it inflicts on the women who survive it. The women who survive it, because a lot of them don’t. A central part of the book revolves around Tashi’s buried memory of her sister bleeding to death after being mutilated as a young child.
We need to take female genital mutilation seriously. You may be wondering why I’m typing it out each time, instead of using the common abbreviation (FGM). I’m typing it because, before I read this book, female genital mutilation was, to me, a shadowy practise that I thought had something to do with cutting the clitoris so it didn’t feel pleasure, possibly removing the labia, I wasn’t sure. I really didn’t know anything.
Female genital mutilation refers to the utter decimation of the female sex organ. Practises vary, but can include: Cutting (with knives, scissors, scalpels, pieces of glass and razor blades) out all of the clitoris (that is not inside of the vagina), cutting off the labia, and holding the vagina together (often with a thorn), so that the wound heals either partially or entirely over, giving the young girls who make up the majority of victims with a tiny hole and absolutely no way of finding pleasure.
This is done so that the girl will not be tempted to have sex before marriage, but, more importantly, it is done so that, when she is married, the girl’s husband will get to enjoy the inherent tightness that comes with rupturing the wound that is the sewn-together sides of her scarred vagina.
We can’t use abbreviations to marginalise female genital mutilation. We can’t excuse it with cries that it is in line with any religious belief. We can’t allow women who have survived it to be the only figureheads and initiators of every campaign to stop it. Mainstream politicians and decision-makers should concern themselves with stopping this disgusting ‘practise’. We can’t allow the fact that 20,000 girls in the UK are at risk of female genital mutilation every year, despite it being criminal for nearly 30 years, and yet there had never been a prosecution for it until this year.
Finally, we can’t give any airtime to the MRA cry of ‘what about the meeennnsss???’. Yes, male circumcision happens. Yes, it’s not pleasant. Yes, men should be able to choose whether or not they want it, instead of it being performed on them as children. But no way, absolutely no way, should male circumcision get an equal platform, as a human rights issue, as female genital mutilation.
Female genital mutilation is not cutting off a piece of skin which has no little/no effect on the function/pleasure capability of the sex organ. Female genital mutilation disables women. It leaves them unable to pass urine, defecate, have a period, have sex, have children and even walk, without pain. It is lifelong. It is constant. ‘Possessing The Secret of Joy’ has a passage that refers to the after affects of female genital mutilation:
“Her own proud walk had become a shuffle. It now took a quarter of an hour for her to pee. Her menstrual periods lasted ten days. She was incapacitated by cramps nearly half the month[…]cramps caused by the near impossibility of flow passing through so tiny an aperture as M’Lissa had left, after fastening together the raw sides of Tashi’s vagina with a couple of thorns and inserting a straw so that in healing, the traumatized flesh might not grow together, shutting the opening completely[…]There was the odor, too, of soured blood, which no amount of scrubbing[…]ever washed off.”
I don’t care about your religious views. I don’t care about your worries for modesty or cleanliness in women. The systematic torture and sometimes death of young girls, resulting in them living lives in pain, any capability to feel pleasure stolen from them before they’ve even had the chance to discover it, is evil. It is evil and it must be stopped. I’m all for tolerating and making allowances for religions, but are you really saying that a relationship with a god that may or may not be imaginary is more important that millions of (actual) mutilated little girls?
When I finished ‘Possessing The Secret of Joy’, I cried. But that really doesn’t cover it adequately. When I finished ‘Possessing The Secret of Joy’, I sobbed. Great, racking sobs that took hold of my body and made me curl up in bed, wanting to hide from the pain that is inflicted on women every day. It was hard getting out of that bed. I felt as if there was no point, as if the fight was impossible to win, as if female genital mutilation, and the thousands of other methods that are used to torture and kill women and girls every day – because they are female – were winning, and as if women, and feminism, could never win.
I still don’t think, deep down inside, that women can win. But I got out of that bed anyway, because even if we can’t win, I will never stop fighting.
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Tom Martin is an apologist for child rape and child prostitution

Aha! Here are the questionable views on paedophilia that I mentioned Tom Martin has expressed. He really is a piece of work. When I confronted him on Twitter with these quotes, he said: “I lost an argument. Child rape!” It’s so sad that he doesn’t even see that he’s saying anything wrong.

Anti-Porn Feminists

Tom Martin is no longer just a misogynistic clown, he is a misogynistic clown who is an apologist for child rape and child prostitution.

Man Boobz has blogged a series of comments Tom Martin left on his blog, where Martin calls children as young as 10 ‘whores’.

Tom Martin is considered, by other MRAs themselves, to be a leading light in the ‘movement’, and this rape apologist clown is still getting legitimised by the mainstream by being invited to public debates where he can make claims like “My belief is that 50 to 90 per cent of rape claims are made up, the rape statistics are inflated to make men look more rapey than they really are” without offering any kind of evidence or proof beyond his own bitter, distorted world view. This guy is an internet troll who somehow got let out into the community,

He has clearly…

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Southern Poverty Law Centre declares MRAs a hate group, and Tom Martin loses his case against the LSE. Or, the bizarre world of MRA ‘thought’

I had a twitter fight with this MRA idiot! Turns out he has some pretty messed up ideas about paedophilia too…

Anti-Porn Feminists

I’ve tackled MRAs a few times on this blog, most comprehensively here after an MRA tried to critique our What’s Wrong with Pornography page.

The Southern Poverty Law Centre (SPLC), a US non-profit organisation “dedicated to fighting hate and bigotry, and to seeking justice for the most vulnerable members of our society,” has recently declared MRAs to be a hate group (found via Women’s Views on News)

The SPLC report makes sobering reading, it’s easy to forget, some times, exactly how much men hate women, their hatred is rabid and all consuming, and they actively condone and encourage physical violence against women.

I had intended to write a more jokey post, after all, MRA ‘thought’ is so insubstantial and contradictory (eg, women who work are taking jobs away from men, women who don’t work are parasites and whores), that it’s possible to write a whole blog…

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