When we focus on feminism and women’s rights men are in many ways in important role in making change happen. They have to involve themselves in changing manhood, putting it under magnifying glass, manhood which is the very dictating part of creating rules of how we interact.

We easily disregard men in talks about feminism and I have often come across the notion that men do not want to hear about feminism, because it is only about women and their problems. Well things aren’t that simple, isolated nor happen in vacuum, so I guess largely problems that are about the problematic relations between genders are not solved between women and by women only. Men have to participate, as men have to participate in raising their daughters and sons, which very often doesn’t happen just like that as we all are aware and many have experienced. Feminism is not only about grown up women and their rights, their difficulties, wrong-doings that happen to them. It is about children, young adults, all adults young and old, all people. It is about the never-ending discrimination that is justified by religions and traditions, power relations between genders and the basic need to solve the issue of discrimination, oppression, humiliation, neglect, gender-based violence and so forth. It is a very fundamental issue that happens to deal with all of us, all people once again. Feminism the swear word, silenced and loathed, the feared movement that has made already a giant difference. Certainly you have noticed.

We often do not acknowledge the factual violent nature of masculinity as bad. Nature of being a man that emphasizes natural urges, instincts, natural laws, naturalness of hunter-like masculinity that cannot be changed or argued, the natural hierarchies between genders therefore grounded and lawful, unchangeable. The bizarre nature of how men still view themselves through an ancient ideology of manhood that for many is undeniable but can be other than what reality shows masculinity to be, weak and scared. The image of manhood today is hopefully critically looking at himself by himself from down to earth not from space above. The strong, unquestionable, trustworthy authority figure, an action figure, conquering because that is what he does. It is his purpose to be a giant. And what it should be, manhood, all that and is not. Manly roles in society are often reasons to many problems all of the society faces and why is that..is that the power issue, credibility issue, authority and status issue? Who hold power dear and like to use it? Manly roles of what to me seem to be monsters in disguise, are a lie. The boxes of men become boxes for everyone to be in or out, live with not without. Those who do not like them are squashed and ridiculed, bullied to death.

As I see it, it is masculinity that we have to obey, like the beast, the threat of masculinity posing via cars, jobs, offices, achievements, possessions. What masculine men represent becomes a mantra for all of society, boys grow into this game too lightly. They believe it. It is the image of a true man what they need to become to be worthy. Self-love and sadism are the ruling features for a masculine ideal to happen over and over again. That is what masculinity does and wants, to rule, to have the last word and own as much as one can. It is a silencing and forcing kind of mode that many people who do not wish to be alpha males nor wish to be subjects of have to deal with. Violence is part of that strong manhood one way or another and it has one very straight forward approach to deal with all things. It is difficult to oppose for this reason as is the herd of bulls difficult to maintain. A strong man has his prejudices that he thinks are absolutely correct. Minds do not change that easily. Heroic macho ideals do not apologize, negotiate or believe in something that someone smaller says or thinks. Fragile can be beautiful and it is childlike. Masculinity is all about size, conquering with size and force, benefiting financially via that grandiose amount of stature. Such masculinity needs flattery, pals to feel connected and approved, trophies such as heroism, status symbols and women that somehow self-evidently are part of the cult of naturally divine masculinity to be adored. Masculinity that never does wrong and even if he does he has his good reasons and right to do as he pleases, because that is what men do. They please themselves.

Yes this is a caricature and stereotype, but it is masculinity I see and have been experiencing, more or less always. You wish to make a change please begin at once.

The Man Box. 
American men face an oppressive set of sexual and cultural restrictions on how to perform masculinity. One collective set of these cultural expectations is often referred to as the Man Box. (Charlie Glickman defines the Man Box beautifully here. http://goodmenproject.com/featured-content/megasahd-escape-the-act-like-a-man-box/ One of the primary reasons that boys and men gay bash and bully queers is that they need to perform masculinity in order to show the world that they’re in the Box.) The smallest social or sexual deviations from these rules can result in punitive private and public shaming, by other men, by our partners, by our families.” 

If you doubt this, see what happens to the average American man who wears bright pink socks for a day. See how many micro aggressions and shaming moments arise. This may be the land of the free, but most of us aren’t free to even pick our own socks”. – See more at: http://goodmenproject.com/featured-content/megasahd-culture-of-shame-men-love-and-emotional-self-amputation/#sthash.gHrEUzaw.dpuf

Thrills of being a woman

I think that the fact I was born a girl was a provocation itself. I have felt my doings and all by being that is always first a female, not first a human or a person, but a woman and a body, is mere provocation and I have began to like it as that. That provocation is so easy and tormenting that it is joyous, because for me I am first a person, a human being. My gender I am not sure what it is for. That my body began to change into woman’s body was a shock also for me, because it meant I could not hide anymore and do boyish things and that I felt growing up was shameful because my body changed into woman’s body that is firstly sexual. To keep reminding me by staring and talking was like torture. I thought how bad am I if my sexuality is the only reason for my existing.

I provoke with my femininity for existing as I am, for looking the certain way, without me underlining my gender, without the need to seduce with my feminine qualities, possibilities of looking more feminine, assets to seduce are there, sure. Those parts of me are the thought of sex and means of sex. I am a sexual being as is a woman through and through. There comes a very puzzling and intriguing thing: desire and what do I want as that overly sexual being that I am. What does a woman want, what is she for, what is her purpose, what is her. There are disturbing stereotypes that repeat and cause alarm rightly so. Provocation starts there to have its effect. The one role for women that is to be for others is taken for granted and of course it is a good role. One can easily forget one’s own needs in being there for others.

Women who are vulnerable hold onto someone else, must seek refuge with someone and other women, because alone we are nothing. They forget themselves. That is the scare, to be nothing, to be left behind with nothing. We can be powerful with each other keeping womanhood as it is suffering, dirty, unholy, pleasing, not able to get away from being chained and under a looking eye that judges us, if that is what power is. There are punishments for those who do not fit roles of women and we need women to understand that to make democracy happen women need to stand out and speak up.

Shared sense making activity

A new Tow Center report looks at how news outlets help spread (or debunk) false rumors online

“Once a certain critical mass is met, repetition has a powerful effect on belief. The rumor becomes true for readers simply by virtue of its ubiquity.”

By  @ylichterman‎ Feb. 11, 2015, 2:39 p.m.

Cherry Pom pomLittle fun never hurt anyone. 

Labia minora kissing Venus Impudique

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Vulva is a door. It is a sow and woman riding it. She lifting her skirt with dagger in her hand. Sight chases the demons away. Pit of chastity, of virtue, entry, passage way, vestibule, horns of Uterus, Fallobian tubes, Interforamireum, space between two holes. Genitalis Mueliebris Ambitus. There was a time when female genitalia had no shame. Women didn’t have to be ashamed of their bodies.

Have you traveled much, have you traveled far? Where did you travel? Are you traveled? Where are you now?

I don’t like her
she said she does not like her
I don’t like her either
she said as well she does not like her
I don’t like her
Her too does not like her
They don’t like her
they don’t like her either
There are people who are likable
then there are people who are not
You just have to know something about people

I do not adjust to the art market, to policies of museums, galleries, obey the power used by those who like to use it to benefit themselves only. You adjust to art, to the artist, to the outside world, to those who consume art, to those who do not consume it. To consume art is a terrible thought itself. We have to find because it does not find us.

When there are people who place themselves above the artist because they have got the money, the contacts, the art places, authority to create art talk things get upside down, authority and hierarchy dictate what gets seen and what is considered interesting and important. When bureaucrats want to be the artist, look down on the artists, take power of the artist and manipulate the scene for themselves to appear in good light art is not free and the artists are slaves they obviously wish to be (scared idiots). It gets dull, uninteresting, serving to the system and its employees. Get rid of the staff who do not understand the meaning of change, who do not want to be part of change and making a change. People do not understand the meaning and character of art in the first place as it is isolated and made unapproachable. You like your job? What the fuck is your job? You like the money and your position too much?

Get used to uncertainty, to threat, to mockery, to poverty, unkindness, stupidity, irrationality. Your friends are not your friends, they turn against you as they see it beneficial for them. Are you walking the dog or is the dog walking you?

Let’s talk about what is fun and what is not.

I step on you. I step on the whoever I like and don’t like to make sure my right is the reigning way. What is that? Who does that? It sounds so familiar. It sounds so everyday behavior. Still it gives me the creeps, sadism of people and how we see it justified. How to choose what is right is a basic question of being a human. How do we get to the point of doing right, choosing right? What I do has an effect, no matter what I do, so I might as well do what I feel as is the right thing. I feel what is the right thing. We as people have some kind of knowledge over what is correct, still it can be the most difficult thing to do. When all I do is wrong in the eyes of the society I happen to live in, what to do then? There must be something wrong with me, how else… But that cannot be.

But we have all these feelings. How do we know if they are right?

Approving abuse and torture, but not nipples? Hello America. I know you guys are fucked up, but wtf. Oh yes I get it: making the rest of the world as fucked up as you are. Sounds as if someone was defining fun that we all should be having. Fun is overrated. I’m not liking your fun.

Haista Suomi vittu!

Ai millainen kuva minulla on Suomesta. Se kulminoituu hienosti kuplina ja raja-aitoina joita on vaikea kaataa tahi ylittää. Toki puhetta ja keskustelua on runsaasti, että pitäisi tehdä sitä ja tätä, mutta päästäänkö puusta pitkään onkin toinen juttu eli tapahtuuko toiminnan muutosta, totuttujen kaavojen ja käytäntöjen muuttumista niin että yhteiskunta ravistuisi todella ja uudistuisi ajatuksiltaan, teoiltaan että ilmastoltaan. Suomea ja suomalaisia edelleen vaivaa yllätyksettömyys, rahan perässä juokseminen, sanomisen ja tekemisen pelko, pienet piirit, epämielyttävän ulkopuolelle sulkeminen. Kohtaamattomuus, ja uskalluksen puute jähmettävät koko kansakuntaa haluamaan ainaisia samoja asioita. Jähmettyneisyys tulee erinomaisesti esille taideyliopisto Aallossa, joka on luonut itselleen kaikkivoipaisen ja puhtoisen imagon paikkana, josta ponnistetaan saavuttamaan uraunelmia. Ajatuksellinen, opetuksellinen ja taiteellinen anti on kovin laiha ja tuntuu pyörivän vanhoissa hyviksi koetuissa uomissaan. Hyvä on kapea, jo nähty rata ja laihanlainen. Elitistinen leima ei katoa eikä sen halutakaan katoavan. Elitismi, muuttumattomuus ja hierarkisuus ovat osa Aallon imagoa ja kompastuskiviä. Eläkevirat ja samojen naamojen pyöriminen samoissa kuvioissa eivät auta asiaa, joka olisi toimintakulttuurin muutos. Tavat tehdä ja ajatella laahaavat jossakin kultaisissa vuosissa. Yritysraha ja suuryritysten kanssa vehtaaminen kelpaavat liiankin hyvin, epäpoliittisuus, aktivismin puute, tietämättömyys, kiinnostuksen puute ja poliittisuuden suoranainen karttaminen lyövät leimansa siihen mitä opitaan, miksi tullaan, kuinka ollaan, mitä opetetaan ja millaisina pysytään. Yritysten kanssa hyvää pataa -leikissä kärsii se, mitä varten yliopisto on olemassa. Pelko lamaannuttaa, puolueellisuus ja hännystely vievät shampanjasosialistilta kärjen ja pohjan. Kritiikkiä, erityisesti sellaista suoraa palautetta, puhetta ja tekoja jotka pyrkivät repimään elitistisiä vanhentuneita rakenteita hajalle kartetaan, halveksutaan ja pelätään eikä osata kohdata saati haluta kuulla, muuten kuin tuhahtamalla ja puolustautumalla naurahtaen (aha ha). Kritisoija on valittaja ja saa hankalan henkilön maineen. Suomi ei ole vieläkään oppinut, että hankalat ovat niitä, joita tarvitaan jos muuttuvassa maailmassa haluaa pysyä kärryillä. Mainehan se on josta tässä on kyse, josta Aallossa on kyse; Suomi-kuvasta, sen kiillottamisesta, puhtoisesta imagesta, johon ei liiallinen yhteiskunnallisuus, poliittisuus ja kriittisyys luo varjoaan. Suomen puhtoisuus on melko likainen ja säröttömyys kuviteltua pintaa. Jos mielenkiintoista keskustelua, tekoja, designia ja taidetta haluaa tuo jämähtänyt lika on pystyttävä kohtaamaan ja korjaamaan. Se on itsekritiikin paikka. Muutoksen tekeminen on vaikeaa, toivottavasti ei ylitsepääsemättömän. Toivoa sopii. Tietysti rahaa tarvitaan, eihän sitä ilman tulla toimeen diibadaapa. Pidätän hengitystä kun paska haisee.

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Illusion of superiority, to live an illusion

We like to sink in illusion, believe in it as it is the perfected truth, another kind of reality. Illusion is so beautiful and it can be bought. Illusion makes one beautiful in the illusion and for those others who live the same image. Out of many reasons we like to remain in the state of oblivion. Laziness of mind, ease of it, of not paying attention, making an effort, not knowing that illusion is an illusion, not wanting to know, unwillingness to believe there is something wrong, that something else would be better and truer. Sink in imagined perfection that is fed for us via images as someone kind, perfect and gentle is telling us how and why this is what we should want, this is what everybody should be like, an idea of ourselves, and what we are supposed to be, where we are supposed to be. What we are is born out of comparison. Not making a distinction between illusion, because that is dangerous. I do not exist without that other, without dreaming. I have to belong with others to exist as human and be with a group of similar kinds with the same illusion.

Idea of a person, of me, you, persons that are born out of spoken words, adults, adulthood, proper and improper images, advertising, movies, liking, disliking and mutual understanding of what superiority is, what is good, what is perfection, what is there to achieve for us as sexes, origins, places and individuals as a group. What we are supposed to be is a collective understanding, a result of collective comprehension and we must understand and discard anything that breaks, anything that disturbs, anything that we cannot understand. Because we are unable to repair. We are scared of that moment of being broken inside, being separated. Of having to face that person who is needy and weak. Who says things that you do not want to hear, you say you do not understand. That person is crazy, that person is anything you are not.

So what is the illusion here, one might ask. What is the superior and seemingly perfect should be always questioned. We compare, but we do not necessarily use the information found via comparison to evolve, but we use it to compete and win in jealous gaming and to make division building barriers, not connections.

 

The essence of evil

You don’t have to be a monster or a madman to dehumanise others. You just have to be an ordinary human being

To appreciate how effortlessly we bisect the world into outward appearance and inner reality, one need only consider cinematic portrayals of vampires. Under most circumstances, vampires are indistinguishable from genuine human beings. You might strike up a conversation with one in a bar without having any suspicions at all, until the moment she sinks her fangs into your throat. ” http://aeon.co/magazine/society/how-does-dehumanisation-work/