Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Sex, feminism, and the myth of purity: a demi-rant, with link.
I've been ruminating quite a lot over the past year or so on the subject of sexuality. I've always thought about it, but since the government has talked about regulating my vagina, it's been on my mind more and more. And I'm discovering that I am really quite a feminist, which kinda surprised me. 10 years ago I would not have described myself as a feminist, but that's probably b/c I didn't really know what it meant. I don't hate men. On the contrary, I absolutely love men. They are delightful creatures, and they're almost like people in their own right. I kid, I kid. Men really are great, most of the time. I've gotten really picky about which ones I allow into my life, but I still accidentally let a douchecanoe get the better of me on occasion. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I've been falsely conditioned, like all the other women in our culture, to view myself and my worth in terms of other people. One of the main arguments that my religion has against "pre-marital sex" is that it is equivalent to adultery against my future husband. Um, what?!?! I also noticed the shame poured onto women who have obviously lost their virginity and can't deny it (that is, got knocked up), disproportionately shamier than that which was applied to the male in question ... we do agree that immaculate conception was a one-time deal, right? The thoughts swirling in my head aren't cohesively coalescing into anything coherent, so I'm just going to leave this here and go eat some fucking chocolate.
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