What is with this obsession with female purity? Men shouldn't fucking moderate women's rights to their bodies; women own their own bodies, and what women's desires that arise should be self-moderated, but by all means, never submitted to the desires, fetishizations, and ownership of men. If there's anything to be said, I think there is a great deal of bravery and perseverence on the part of women that men will never, never know. And a man (or woman, in fact) to make a judgment on that course of existence is not just foolish, but oppressive. (There's even more to be said about being an Asian female in a caucasian male world). There are some things that you can never comprehend or have the right to feign to comprehend until you've lived through them.
I for one am not going to go lightly into the path of servitude and kept happiness until I meet the man that is going to step up to me with the integrity that I hold for myself. I don't need the approval of men (or women) to feel adequate. I don't expect anything from anyone else right now; I only expect the utmost from me. My decisions are entirely my responsibility, and I enter them with sureness (at least a recognition of possible outcomes). I have a lot of life to live, a lot of mistakes to make, and obligations to fulfill. But, I don't need any of those obligations to be molded by the gender norms of society and social groups. (ie How many women are architects? 9 men to every 1 woman. ie the weaker man fears the temptation of the woman because to him she's already an object).
There is so much pain and regret that I'm going to accept, things I've gender-ized (and wish wasn't the case) but, before I jump into the convent and isolate myself from the filth of the world, I am going to love doing things that I do! So, please let me!
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