Despite the fact that I talk about how much I hate everybody, I actually do like some of you. What I don’t like is when people come to my blog deliberately searching for naked pictures of me. I get…
These are the kinds of people with whom I’m surrounding myself, as long as they’re comfortable with that, whether it’s IRL or on Tumblr or via blogging. Because I don’t know how women expect other people in an insidiously, totally, institutionally patriarchal society to take us seriously if we don’t seriously FIGHT. We’re supposed to argue rationally, right? Use reason and intellect, and go through the system and practice nonviolence, right? Because if we’re violent and bitchy and angry about it, we’re just “hysterical” and crazy, and therefore can be dismissed. But we can’t be too intelligent, or we’re just uppity bitches that think we’re better than men and better than other women, and can be dismissed because it’s just ego, we’re just fringe extremists or some shit. Bitches, crazy bitches, all of us, for wanting to scratch out eyeballs and punch and scream and kick some pants. Because maybe we’re FUCKING SICK OF the normalization and okay-ness of being dismissed when we don’t fall into social mores of propriety when dealing with this bullshit. I decided a long time ago that I’m tired of internalizing that. And ever since, I’ve been embracing my inner dick, pun fucking intended, and I’m surrounding myself with more angry, powerful women.