What Women Want

  • Stop punishing women for not being submissive.
  • To be seen as human rather than an object or accessory.
  • Stop being told to smile.
  • Strange men no longer invading my personal space to holla on the streets.
  • Stop catcalling.
  • Acknowledging that I have earphones in and don’t owe you conversation.
  • Economic revenge when a woman wants to disengage.
  • Not being pitted against other women, because your cowardice hides your emotions.
  • To be heard.
  • To be valued.
  • To be powerful without you tearing us down.

What would you add? Artist: Giulia J Rosa

Why I Played Small

Pondering my reaction to Mick Jagger’s treatment, my mostly gone anxiety and fear of excessive attention, I had an epiphany. Eureka! It wasn’t just white men, no no no, my need to shrink myself started with my stepdad. When it was just us girls, my sister and I, he instilled extreme sexism in us. We did chores as early as 8 for me, which meant 6 for my sister. It wasn’t the labor, it was why he made us do it. In his archaic mind our sole occupation in life was bagging a husband. Never once did he ask us what we wanted to be, only drilling us about the domestic mistakes made. He also told us children should be seen and not heard. Making us sit in silence for hours if we went with him after school (but if we were at Josephine’s, a no nonsense white woman who dragged him in her raspy cigarette laden voice, we were allowed freedom).

“Get the fuck out of here with that, children are made to play. Get up and play.”
“Sit down, I said sit down you sit. THEY MY KIDS ,” he railed in patois.
“IT’S MY FUCKING HOUSE I SAY WHAT GOES. GET UP AND PLAY. YOU DON’T TELL ME, OR THEM WHAT TO DO IN MY FUCKING HOUSE. YOU MUST BE OUT OF YOUR GOT DAMN MIND.” She won.

He belittled us as people every chance he got. Then he’d sate us with all the latest gadgets: Techno Dog, electronic diary’s, Lisa Frank everything, Furbies, Tamagochi’s, Giga Pets, Barbies, our porcelain doll collection, those sparkly castles that doubled as teapots, you know the ones, Spice Girl lollipops, any and everything under the sun. But I was terribly depressed, elementary school is when I was my most suicidal. Every night I prayed to God to take me in my sleep. One time I screamed it at my mom.

“I just wanna die already, I never asked to be here.” Unsure of how to react she made me sit in a corner, her feelings were hurt. That’s what she told me later.

Women are not inferior. We are people who deserve to make our own choices about our own lives. My stepdad did not treat us as humans; no amount of material items could amend the psychological trauma it caused. Look how long it’s taken me to dismantle. Playing small for me is over, I will not apologize for being a powerful fucking woman. I’m not here to make you comfortable. My purpose is to take out anyone who wants to stick to oppressive paradigms. Compassion is for the people who deserve it. Run pull up. In what ways does misogyny shape your life? Do you benefit from, or suffer from it? If the former how do you use it to aid others? Via: Feminist Jazzy

Monday Versus Friday

This is the vibe. I’m still working on my second article, but I’m a writer if the words don’t flow I don’t press go. It will definitely be up later tonight as in early morning, or tomorrow before evening. Trust. Enjoy your weekend, with they way American wages aren’t livable and women still aren’t treated equally, the climate destroying our land and people placing profit over people, you deserve it. Unless you’re contributing to the problems at hand. Actually you should enjoy it too, it’s as good as it gets. Time only passes doesn’t it? Via: Love Fool.99

A Woman’s Bad Mood…Period

Periods, are a valid reason for bad moods. You’re literally bleeding out for days, like a wounded animal. I may not be a carcass due to it, but I’m: irascible, bloated, cramping, my lower back aches, my tits are throbbing and you’re breathing too loud and talking too much. Give me chocolate then be gone.

Also not having your period is a valid reason for a woman’s bad mood. We are indeed human beings, with feelings, sometimes those feelings aren’t great. That being said, stop telling us to fucking smile. Mind your business altogether. We aren’t robots programmed with one emotion. When was your last bad mood? Why? How did you get past it? Artist: Nina Cosford

I’m Just A Girl

Don’t you think I know exactly where I stand?
This world is forcing me to hold your hand

‘Cause I’m just a girl, oh, little old me
Well, don’t let me out of your sight
Oh, I’m just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don’t let me have any rights

Oh, I’ve had it up to here

Oh, am I making myself clear?

I’m just a girl
I’m just a girl in the world
That’s all that you’ll let me be

Oh, I’m just a girl, living in captivity
Your rule of thumb makes me worrisome
Oh, I’m just a girl, what’s my destiny?
What I’ve succumbed to is making me numb
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Unleash Your Inner Boss Bitch

Attention ladies, shed your societal conditioning of submissive, subhuman, subservience and unleash your inner boss bitch, bad bitch, that bitch, bitch. Ain’t no woman with main character energy well behaved. Go outside and kick the patriarchy in the nuts. Do you make yourself small to be likeable and fit the female caricature? Via: Katie Oman1111

The Kim Cattrall Project

Something I’ve been working on is messaging Kim Cattrall, adjuring her to reprise her role as Samantha Jones. I don’t know what kind of hoodoo, voodoo, shit is going on, but literally every time I turn on an episode of Sex And The City, it aligns exactly with what’s occurring in my life. I finally realized it’s another synchronistic universal message, confirming and guiding me through life. Although it can be dated in regards to the multi-cultural tapestry that is in fact New York City, let’s face it, some people straight up only have white friends.
As a native to said tapestry I can attest to the fact that we haven’t come as far as we pretend, even NYC can be problematic in the neighborhood divisions. I mean this is the place that turned affluent black Seneca Village into Central Park, the inception of Robert Moses Projects project, taking homes from colored families for highways. I happened to be one of two black families (before I said three, but after serious discussion, it was decided my adopted ex-friend with his white mom didn’t count), to grow up on the Upper East Side. FYI my ex-friend is a Jewish, black, homosexual, I’ve grown up with combinations of complex people that I now realize are complete anomalies to the majority of the world. In fact my entire life is an anomaly. I too lived in a bubble, until the world gave me varying experiences of highs, lows, and people from all walks of life, not just mine, for me to see the full scope of things. So yes, Sex And The City can be a bit problematic (it’s not intentional), with the name plates and what not, but it’s still one of the greatest pieces of art ever created. Well written, apt and essential in a woman’s search for self.

I can truthfully say Samantha Jones changed my life. I was a Charlotte at one point, but used the Carrie in me to observe the discrepancies between gender expectations. It made me a bit of Miranda cynical, but then I said fuck the dumb shit and let my inner Samantha shine. No longer wanting the emotional restraints women are conditioned to have, denying ourselves pleasure to be subhuman to the patriarchy, I lived a very Billie, Sasha, Sex Life lifestyle. You know why? Because Samantha fucking Jones gave me the balls to do it. She gave MILLIONS of women that prerogative. Samantha Jones loved herself, giving me the courage to do the same. She was also the only one in the black club, ready to throw hands.

Sex And The City works better together, because the characters are so varied it allows women to be who they want and not some cookie cutter, dubbed a freakshow for wanting an identity of her own, however she sees fit. FEMINISM. The show is GROUNDBREAKING, the characters, cultural icons. Do you know how many times my friends and I STILL reference SATC, as it soothed some hardknock we were going through, no matter the ethnicity?
I implore you, join in, send Kim Cattrall a message on why we need her. A biologically tribal species, we need the band back together, for the sake of humanity. I rest my case.

*The photo of Ringo Starr and Sir Paul McCartney is only there so everyone can acknowledge Ringo is carrying the class. I love you Sir Paul, but blonde highlights, with that mustache makes you look like an adult film star. Give Ringo his flowers for this photo.
Watching The Beatles last performance always kills me inside, but everyone was swagged out af. “I Got A Feeling” hits different during that final concert. I can’t take another heartbreak, Kim Cattrall PLEASE! How did SATC impact you? What would you write to Kim Cattrall? Via: Gigi Engle & Golden Earth Boy

Vintage Beauty Illustration

“Why do women always have to do such unpleasant things? Heels, thongs, shaving, plucking, bleaching. It’s really not fair.”

Artist: René Bouché

Anti-Slut Shaming Aesthetic

Ladies do what you want, there is nothing wrong with having sexual desires that are deemed slutty. When I was a slut I was epic and found out tons about myself. I learned to enjoy my own company, find love and validation within rather than from others, completed goals because I didn’t have a serious relationship taking up my time and learned what I wanted/needed in a partnership moving forward. Plus I would never feel resentment for not having sown my wild oats. Do the opinions of others affect your sex life? Why (family, friends, societal conditioning…)? Do you judge women’s sexual behavior based on antiquated beliefs? Via: Gunsxbibles Mag, 80s90s00s & Goddamn 333