One of the most powerful ideologies and movements in human history is scary to those who like their comfort, their status, their unchanging likable fun with buddies. It is too easy to ridicule women, to laugh at them, to forget them, to diminish them, to step on them. Women also do it themselves; discouragement, envy, conformism, indifference, class loyalty, isolation, separation and ignorance hurt women the most. Women are the most hurt group of people in the world in continuum. That is what we must make end to. Change is coming and you better believe it!You find feminism threatening, ask yourself why.
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Dark side gets darker.
As long as feminism is spoken and addressed by middle class only it has value of marginal jargon. Academic talk does not reach those whom it should benefit, whom feminism was made to benefit. That is the drawback of academic philosophizing and towering. Meaning of ideas and core of any worth while idea is in action. Value of feminism is how well it functions in every day, for every person and makes the grass root. How well it manifests itself there where people interact with each other. Without action feminism is dead. If people are afraid of feminists, of declaring feminism, being feminists, good question is why so. To deny feminism is to deny human rights from women. Why feminism has become ’unfashionable’? Women who fight for their human rights are unfashionable? We better change the fashion.
Being a good sport and playing it safe do not make the wanted effect. Revolution is in action. To play it safe is what academia does. Talk is not trustworthy enough, it is not good enough. People who play it safe are not trustworthy. Universities do not risk finance, reputation, status, jobs nor continuation of academia as it is for ideological fight.
To take action for what one believes in and most of the society does not is putting all at risk. Nothing will change unless we take such risks.
Putting a woman to her place, a flower on palm of your hand, a flower a flower a flower a flower a flower a flower
Meaning of struggle
Wanna see my teeth?
Annie is dead. Got bullet in her head. A golden goose flew out the window when they found the body. Bulging the blood-filled balloon.
Annie is dead. Got bullet in her head. A golden goose flew out the window when they found the body. Bulging the blood-filled balloon. Let the bastard chase your mental and physical collapse in this world that has no idea how many days and nights the world shakes shakes shakes, under constant ambience like aneurism,
like an animal waiting unexpectedly in your brain like somebody else
without proof of having seen it but felt it. Having been told it might be there. That there is a possibility of it killing you, that it killed you, an unknown object.
Respect the funeral ride of silent black emptying sorrow before the x-ray light.
Sorrow that bursted, till erupted the cortége before us on the walkway oily pavement like new
that there is lack like never before.
Glued to every breath. Take a deep breath. Hold that trophy dear, polish it, keep it intact in a vacuum for us to look at.
She can’ t help of laughing. Well what did you expect. Yes exactly, what do you expect?
Glued to what? To the wall, to the pavement, to the past, to what you said, to your face, grabbing your coattail. To your penis probably. Maybe so. So beware of the glue-fingered woman. She’ll come and catch you. If it looks like to you she is in need of your comfort and security of your safe and entertaining company, run. Take that cup, turn and jump into the water.
Highly irregular blond naivety can be deceiving. Is it truly naivety of mine or someone else’s. Inability to see female sex in a light of accomplishing and creating herself on her own. Making a way as an independent individual who has thoughts of her own. We do not live in a world that is open to variety and different kinds of opinions.
Shame. The shameful thing. No, not what I am wearing, no. Just born bad and doing the unexpected. What did they expect?
I am overwhelmed by the lack of empathy and compassion, scared of such people who seem to be the most. We are so attached to our need of ’friends’ and contacts that we suspect everyone whom we do not know. We think we know those who we have fun with, who are ’close’ and friendly with us. After having met men who are ashamed of women who do not fit category of ideal trophy woman, women who can be displayed for those friends, and after having been exposed to men’s complete indifference and unawareness of what it is to be a woman in a world of trophies, I am beginning to have the whole picture of the very limited way how men see women. Surprise is of course that many women wish to be displayed as trophies. You know already what a trophy woman is, right? It is probably not an official term. Woman is presented as an object in male competition and game where winner takes it all.
We like to expect and think we know. We are hugely disappointed when our expectations fail us, when they are not fulfilled. Question is how we become to expect something? We expect something from someone, something to happen, we expect our lives to be of certain kind. We have ’great’ expectations. Great meaning big material things mostly. We like to show off, be better than. To define the better would be good to check from time to time. What we value and why.
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Dynamics of a community
In which gossip spreads in a manner of horrible ease without questioning the origin of the information or truth or why such gossip exists and is told forward for reasons one can only guess. Where a person can be put down and smacked around, humiliated in a way that reminds me of many historical events that have put down millions of people who were considered second rate non-humans without intellect or any capabilities or human worth whatsoever. What kind of value does this community have to society and in what kind of society such group of people can successfully practice their ideology, philosophy, work, and whatever the fuck is that they do.
Please professionals answer to my questions. This is very important, because grounds of what you do are crumbling. I really do not have any faith in what you do if I ever did because my way in the arts has been lightly put peculiar. Is it the benefit of all humans or just yourselves only. Let me know. It has been a pleasure to know you.
