Right then…in my intro post I described myself as curmudgeonly, I think now is where and when I exhibit how and possibly why…
It will, undoubtedly, be asked, either in public or on the aside what I am doing blogging here since I do not identify as a feminist. Let’s go ahead and say right now that I’m here because I was asked to be here, and you can save your wondering because whatever one might say about it has already been said and the question just clogs up the comment threads…so, if you want answers on that one, read last years intro post and save everyone some time. However, the why I don’t ID that way…well, let me show you. No, what I am about to do is not particularly nice, but then again, when this is tolerated and unquestioned as appropriate feminist behavior…well. that’s just not something I can overlook. I mean, there is a lot of (IMHO) woman hating in the following group of words. The topic, porn, the statement: “Do I want to look at some plastic-surgery enhanced woman who doesn’t even look human being porked”, the subject, how women who perform in porn (or are in the sex industry at large) suffer from Stockholm Syndrome.
Now see, that just chaps my ass in all the wrong ways. I mean, a huge thing that you see coming from anti porn feminists is that they hate the porn because it dehumanizes and degrades the women in it. But see, I am not sure how someone saying those very women do not even look like human beings is anything but dehumanizing and degrading? You know what? I am willing to bet that every single woman in porn breathes, sleeps, eats, gets the occassional zit or dry skin, sweats, thinks, has emotions, and does every other thing that qualifies her as human. Hell, I will go as far as to say, holy shit, those women are real women too! Enhanced or not. They are…get this…people. They might never actually get treated like real people, but sweet Krishna on a Lotus, they are! So yeah, I have issues identifying with or as a memeber of a group of people who refuses to see them as such. I can’t be a part of something where those women serve as one of two things: victim poster girl of the week or non-human being. Don’t like it? Well, this surgically enhanced cyborg fails to care. I have my reasons, and yep, sure enough, I think they are good ones.
And nah, I’m not done yet.
I was looking over the Feministe linkage today, and I started to wonder… “what the hell am I doing here?” Yep, this is my third stint here- but I’d not noticed this until today. This summer, a lot of (well, three so far that I’ve noticed) of the guest bloggers are sex workers and sex worker activists. I suspect that perhaps the group of us were asked to be here because of that…yet…I see no links to sex worker blogs here at feministe…no Bound Not Gagged, no waking vixen, so on, no links to sex worker outreach orgs like Scarlet Alliance or SWOP, HIPS, or UBUNTU, and no links to Sex Worker media like $Pread or the Sex Workers Art Show. See, IMHO, sex workers rights and outreach are not a summertime gig, they are a full time gig, and while yes, I am a bit of a loud-mouthed angry freakshow who causes strife merely by breathing, if one is interested in these things enough to have three of us for the summer tour, perhaps an all year commitment or at least links to those who feel it is so is in order? I would at least expect BnG to get a link in the blogroll or something.
Gods I have no manners, I am calling out the folk who were nice enough to let me blog here. Eh, such is life.
And when people ask me, as the non-identifying sort what is wrong in the world today as far as women and girls are concerned…well, this sort of thing (warning, may be triggering) bothers me more than pole dancing classes and what Michelle Obama was wearing…yet you know, I saw two, and only two, blog posts about it. There may have been more, but I read a lot of blogs, and I saw…two.
Sheesh, you see what a buzz-kill this teehee fun expat feminist becomes when she has insomnia? Next thing you know, I will be on about plastic surgery…and filming what they are doing to my neck so you can see how fun that is too! Glitter glitter!