Sexism is always present. Some people notice it because they face sexism often. It is some kind of a norm and to a point accepted. Silence is accepting. When no one acts against sexist behavior nothing happens to the problem. For some people sexism is a way to show feelings. They probably don’t know any other way to show feelings they have. They are afraid to act in different way, it would require actually wanting to know the other person.

Emotional reactions can be surprising. If they don’t hit us, surprise and put us out of balance what else is there. Why is that we need our emotions for?
They are supposed to guide us, it is task of emotions to shake us. How do we know to which things we can laugh at and to which not? How do we get to be compassionate?
Emotional is female
emotional is forbidden, there is no honor in emotion
it is hidden burst beneath until you cannot hide anymore or they turn against you
narcissism, egoism, self-loath, self-destruction, fetishism, masochism, pleasing to a limit until you cannot anymore hide and just take it
until you cannot stand it anymore

I have been very distressed by oversexualisation, staring and straight forward verbal pressure to objectify myself.

And very much lost with my body in my youth. I thought I was ugly. 😦

My body is a maze and I am space. Including ugliness, which I always look for since there is beauty in it. So my beautiful is probably not yours.

As a female born bad

How is it the very thought of my sex is somewhat crooked from the beginning, something to look forward is trouble? An early pregnancy, protecting virtuous femininity, tell her of the dangers, you are fragile you cannot, but still I am so strong that I must carry worries of others, they are given to me as a gift, still I am so strong that my beauty takes me to places, that my looks is my possession and my strength as my weakness and hell. It is not your concern, why would it, but yes hang on me, I’m the mightiest fucking person alive.

If you live in a bubble, it’s healthy to see sometimes another point of view.

It’s a sexist world that cannot tolerate me telling that it is sexist. Me telling how stupidly and cowardly you try to rule. I’m so hooked by this. Especially a female artist has to be put down, she is dang, dang dang bang. She can rock your bubble, baby. You are wong. How come? Who is putting you down, nobody. You can do whatever you want. Almost. Please don’t do that. What? Do you think I’m wong? Yes, you are Mrs. Wong, almost married.