I am a feminist. I break the rules and I cross the line. Because I can. Because I believe I can do anything a man can do. Because I get satisfaction and pleasure from being subversive. Because I know all those rules are just Man-Made Rules. Made to keep man and woman in line and in bondage by an elite that NEVER KEEPS THE RULES. The Rules do not apply to them. The Rules were made to keep the plebs (and ALL women) in line and protect elite property interests.
Naming myself a feminist is subversive. Because it makes people uncomfortable. I was named a feminist long before I named myself a feminist. Because I refused to be a doormat. Or cook more than once a day or for 200 people. Or even 10 people. (Check out my Facebook status in case you missed that story.) What happened to caterers, cooks and employment opportunities? Some of the best cooks I know are men. Some of them are even my friends right here on Facebook. Some get paid a lot of money to cook. Some cook for their own pleasure. Cooking is so stereotypically woman’s work some of my friends refuse to cook.
I don’t know what feminism means anymore. And I don’t care. Its up to each of us to find out. I will continue to call myself one for as long as the label makes people – especially men and the elite – uncomfortable because it signifies to them that I will claim my space and take up space. I will not go quietly into the sunset or whatever. I will not follow Their rules.
My non conformity has had huge consequences on me and my life no less severe than the impact on any other type of sexual/gender non conformists. In more than half a century of experience on this blue marble we call Earth I have been regularly targeted directly and indirectly. The instruments of the patriarchy and elitism have tried to break me, rape me and kill me. They’re wondering why I’m still standing. I wonder myself sometimes. A few times I almost broke – They took me to the edge of the abyss more than once. But I’m still standing. And still subversive. I may be scarred in ways that you can not see, I may not be the woman I was 10, 20, 30, or 40 years ago but I’m still standing. I’m still standing in Their face and challenging every stereotype and insult They throw at me. I will not bend.
I will admit to weakness in the past when giving in seemed like the path of least resistance. I bent my knee and jumped up again in renunciation when I saw the naked smug triumph in Their eyes. For a while after that I wandered in the wilderness lost in guilt and shame for my own betrayal. When I found my way home again I found my fans waiting to meet and greet me. And remind me, strengthen me, inspire me and cheer me on despite my moment of treachery.
I am a feminist. And I am Queer. Be uncomfortable. I will occupy my space. No if’s, but’s or maybe’s.