TWEET THIS YOU SMALL-MINDED MOTHERFUCKER!
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“You’re a dirty carpet munching cunt that belongs in my kitchen, washing my dishes and cock. Write a poem about that….”
So I took his advice and wrote the poem.
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Obviously
you are a rotting dick/an ass wipe
an open sore existing
among the worst tumors that plague humanity
you are an apology someone should have made
to women
centuries ago
today you remain
a very good reason abortions should be legal
and available
to every woman who finds herself
carrying the figurative fetus of your fetid misogyny
get the fuck out of my womb
you hater of your own origin
you forget you came from some woman’s cunt
the pussy you so deride
provided path for you
to get here spewing such sick soliloquy
your existence
makes a good argument for capital punishment
only I hold myself
accountable to a more compassionate code of ethics
so I refrain from advocating
for the archaic quartering of you
I will also resist the urge
to imagine you shackled in sequestered servitude
kneeling at the altar of some woman’s holy cunt
washing her feet with your mouth
only
I would not wish her the degradation
of your tongue on her flesh
your feet on her floors
you are the thing I will spend my entire life
trying to protect my daughter
from/the slime of your ignorance
the sweat of your hate
coward that you are
hiding behind the intangible shroud of the virtual
your keystrokes are the only ones with any power
impotent
unimportant little man
you splatter the male identity
with the putridity you exude
rotting apple/gonorrheal wound
refusing to heal/you would have us conclude
that most people with penises are like you
but for the stellar examples of men in my life
I would think you the norm
your actions would inform the love I cradle
for the small boys in my circle
earnestly learning
how to be better than the monster you are
far and away
fairytales and fiction pervade what they know of vaginas
valuing virginity over the virtue of being fair
bravado over advocating for equality
you make me wish I had a son
to personally prove your antithesis possible
Frankenstein
you frighten me
with your ability to keep breathing
your inclination to replicate
to recruit
to keep pressing the boot of your discrimination
upon the necks of generation after generation
after generation
the only thing that prevents me from raising arms
and going guerilla after you with guns
is our collective dedication
to the eradication of your kind
across all the borders of feminism
and race
and spaces held wire against the throat of equality
women resist heart and body
cunts and collarbones
kitchens and bedrooms
we rebuke all you offer as fact
the act of tweeting something does not make true
you are only a narrow opinion
constructed poorly
one hundred forty characters/your cavalry
is not nearly as committed as mine
you and your cronies were contrived
to keep the best parts of us broken
these poems you and your drones continue to encourage
these litanies I continue to compose
will stand as evidence your crumbling tyranny
time will hold your actions
your utterances
as shameful
as it was with every disease before you
the strongest/most admirable parts of being human
will keep adapting/over and over
history has already shown us
what doesn’t kill us/will make our resistance stronger
however unpleasant
the uphill task of surviving you as pandemic
can only make our species more immune
- [StaceyAnn Chin]
(Please note everything above belongs to StaceyAnn Chin. She wrote it all, and it’s her in the photo).you are an apology someone should have made
to women
centuries agoStaceyAnn Chin, you are everything.
femi-blogo-ranto-sphere
I am new to the feminist blogosphere, relatively. On tumblr, I follow various bloggers who’ve been at it for years. I didn’t necessarily set out to follow just strident, politicalized women, it just kind of happened. It’s been eye-opening, and enjoyable.
There’s a spectrum: proudly promiscuous women with bright red hair and nose rings, and feminists who “bake cupcakes too”, and women who show off their bellies and their hairy armpits, and women who tell other women about sex, and “feminist dyke whore”s, and girls who tell each other how to lose weight, and women who rant, and women who are wimmin, and wimmin who are grrls. You get the idea.
Recently, this post appeared from commentator Latoya Peterson
“Advice for young feminists? Do something else besides feminism. I’m serious. The feminist blogosphere is oversaturated in my opinion. Please, find something else you love and take feminist theory there[…] We need more feminist minded business bloggers, feminist theory wielding finance bloggers. Labor organizers with a feminist lens blogging. […] Talk about class issues and feminism. Whatever it is, apply your feminism in a different space.”
[Latoya Peterson] (http://latoyapeterson.com/about/) applies her feminist theories to aspects of culture that would have previously been considered masculine – if not inherently so, then definitely dominated by men: video games, film and television. She examines the deeply ingrained heterosexual, patriarchal and racial stereotypes seen throughout Western culture.
It’s interesting to see a woman, who made her name commenting on culture with a feminist eye, state that there’s too much ‘commenting’. As anyone can see if they type in “feminist tumblr” to Google, there are thousands of women writing about their experiences and troubles and thoughts on culture, online.
But how soon can ‘comments on culture’ just become self-assuring shpeels on how ACTIVIST and RADICAL women could be? How much, to a certain extent, is it just speculation? It is this, I think, to which Peterson is referring.
When I first started looking at these writers/artists/models/idealists, I was too excited to really consider what it is they were actually doing. Too impressed at the vehemence of their thoughts, and too relieved that there were women who felt as passionately as I do about a lot of things.
They’re often discussing important issues. Abortion, body perceptions, self-confidence, safe sex, but a lot of these blogs (of which mine, much to my disgust is becoming), are those that merely reblog images and statements from others, abstaining from even commenting on the affect the images have on them.
By doing so, by just clicking ‘Reblog’, do I really think that I’m being a vocal and proud feminist? What ideas am I contributing to this inspiring circle of women who are trying to break down perceptions of what it means to be ‘female’?
That’s why Peterson’s words struck such a chord with me. In an age where physical activism is often overtaken and absorbed by its younger, more viral sibling (sister, in this case), it is important that whatever it is we upload as activism is active, in some – any, small – way.
Evidently, whatever we do to raise awareness is important – patches, writings, zines, conversations – but one must be careful not to fall into the trap of just ranting. No one likes rants. They’re intimidating and long and normally fail to have effective paragraphing.
Further, if one relates comments to tangible examples – to evidenced parts of our culture – then the educative effect of one’s actions will definitely be more affective. It gives the reader or the recipient more chance to connect with what you are talking about.
Essentially, it is all very well to talk about feminism with feminists in a feminist sphere, but it is also vital that such discussion is taken apart, and broadened, and taken to cover all aspects of our culture with people outside that sphere. Without expanding the audience, only limited change can occur. The feminist blogosphere is preaching to its strident choir, and this needs to change.
women don’t have to:
- be thin
- have a vagina
- give birth
- cook for you
- have long hair
- wear makeup
- have sex with you
- be feminine
- be graceful
- shave
- be white
- diet
- be fashionable
- wear pink
- love men
- be the media’s idea of perfection
- listen to your bullshit
WHAT?! Many, if not all of these, are RIDICULOUS
actual t-shirt designs on christianshirts.net
don’t be fooled by my hybrid, i’m pro life omg hahhahh
Here’s a personal favorite of mine:
My brain is smaller than a life-sustaining planet, therefore, the Earth can’t be overpopulated. Yep, that’s some sound logic right there.
My favorite has got to be this one:
You know since Christians are persecuted and all in the US…
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