I stopped describing myself as a feminist a long time ago.
I was a teenager, I reckon, or at the very most early twenties. This was, what, 1994? I looked around at the world and I said to myself "Yep, I'm not gonna call myself a feminist anymore. What I'm going to do instead is treat people how they should be treated. Treat everyone equally. I'm going to live as though equality has been achieved, because hey, that's what gonna happen. It's inevitable. In fact, it's almost here. We have six years left until the twenty-first century, for God's sake. Equality is a stone's throw away."
And that's what I thought.
We had come so far as a culture, as a world, and I could only see this continuing. I could only see gender equality in our future. I could only see a world where racism and homophobia had staggered off into the corner to die a quick, indifferent death. I could only see a world increasingly populated by young people with young ideas, with young attitudes. No more bigotry. No more extremism. The future was open and free, and it was a beautiful place to live.
In many ways, I was hopelessly naive. In other ways, I wasn't. I was practical. I was logical. This was the future.
But then the future changed.
I don't understand the world anymore. I don't understand why it is the way it is. So many countries and continents seem intent on going backwards. Anti-gay laws abound in Africa. America's red states are spreading, blissfully ignoring the achievements of one of their most successful presidents. Extremism is rampant throughout the world. People are scared. Nationalism is rising. Conservatism is taking over. Our politicians are actively lying to us and our police forces, who are meant to protect us, the people, have become an army of corporate thugs.
And gender equality? What the hell has happened there?
It's as if the tide has gone back out, and it's washed away all the promise and potential that I thought we had achieved. I think we had achieved it, mostly, but the problem was that it hadn't been secured, it hadn't been nailed down, and it didn't take much for that tide to take it all away from us.
There are words I never wanted to use in this blog. Chief amongst them is rape. So I do apologise to my younger readers here, I sincerely do. But rape culture is spreading. A girl goes out to a nightclub and she is practically guaranteed to be leered at and groped. This behaviour is seen as normal. It's seen as unexceptional. This is something girls steel themselves for because they know it's coming and there's nothing they can do about it.
It's everywhere. It's accepted. A football player imprisoned for rape is allowed to train back at his old club upon his release. He's allowed once again to take his place alongside a team of men that tens of thousands of young lads look up to. What does this say to those young lads who have yet to form their own opinions on what is and what is not acceptable when it comes to girls?
A so-called comedian bases his entire persona around rape culture. A "pick-up guru" tours the world teaching men how to score with women by overpowering them. GamerGate happens. Twitter abuse happens. #NotEveryMan happens. Understanding is shunted off to one side. Sensitivity and empathy are ejected in favour of instant offence and vitriolic reaction. But if they'd listen, if these offended men would just listen, they could maybe understand why women feel threatened. And next time they go to step into an elevator that just has one lone woman inside it, maybe they'll think again, and wait for the next one. Because is a little inconvenience really worth the risk of making another human being worry when you're alone together? Is your pride worth that?
When I was younger, I assumed the world would continue to improve. I was wrong. I assumed I could act as if everything was okay, because everything would eventually be okay. I was wrong there, too.
So, I am once again describing myself as a feminist. It's only a big deal to me, but then it only has to be a big deal to me. It's a personal acknowledgement that if I want to change the world, I have to fight for it.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
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Yes, you simply use a man who has a beast playing with his mind, tell me, is that even wise? Can you trust a beast?
Answer me, I shall be back soon.
"You will stay dead."
If I can avoid me some of that, then absolutely! Heck, I'd even hire the bloke with the red flying suit.
*smirks at Loki*
*says sweetly* oh Loki? Keep us dead did you say? Hate to break it to you but the only one you personally tried to kill is still alive.
Stark? The one who has an ego greater then Thor? That man is unimpressive, in a flying metal-
Zanida: Enough. Be nice.
I have to go, English and we're doing gender equality....-Zaf
Hey, at least he's rich.
He don't need no glorious purpose.
..
*melts back into the background*
(Ah, ok Zaf.
Hello, Sil! How are you?)
I didn't see you there, Sil :/
Well, I wish you a good day.
Feck.
Help.
I had a cut on my toe and its grafted itself to my sock...it hurts when I try remove the sock...what the hell do I do? I'm not in a 'pain is interesting' mood!
Oh. Fixed it.
Ow! Glad you fixed that!
Don't mind me, I was summoned by the laser cows to find them a sacrifice.
Makes sense. Who're you sacrificing?
*grins*
I still looking!
👾
Ah. Welp, no one around here really.
**am
I am
Well you're here
*Still grinning*
Um...no I'm not...I'm a figurenent of your imagination.
*nods*
No you're not, mortal.
Yes I am, mortal
(hello ^^)
You. Are. Not. A. Fragrant. Of. My. Imagination!
I am a fragment of my imagination but you aren't
(Hey Flick)
Oh. Sorry.
(how art thou?)
(ive been worse. InkyTC is a minx)
(*grins* indeed she is XD)
(Mark appreciates it.
Annabelle does not.)
(awww bless her little cotton socks ^^
maybe she needs to take a chill pill)
(Yeah she's gonna kill you)
(*grin grows* Inky is a more experienced wolf than Belle)
(Still.)
(*laughs* do you want to see if she can?)
(Nah. But we can continue as if they all slept?)
(okay ^^ ofter you)
(Where would you have made Annabelle and Mark sleep?)
(Belle shared her bed with her and Mark slept on the settee)
(Okay.)
Annabelle: *rolls over, snuggling into Flick's furry side, murmuring about Justin Beiber*
Mark: *whimpers, foot twitching in his sleep*
*opens eyes slightly*
*smiles*
*pushes her out of the bed*
Annabelle: *squeals, thumping onto the floor, whimpering when it jarrs her fragile frame*
*looks at the bed*
*sighs and curls up on the floor*
Mark: *jerks awake at the noise, rushing to the bedroom, seeing her curled up, already asleep, on the floor*
*giggles* hey Mark
Mark: *is only wearing jog pants*
*has scars all over, despite his boy like appearance he's also slightly defined and looks dazed*
What...happened?
Annabelle: *murmurs and sighs in her sleep, shivering slightly*
I pushed her off
she was talking trash
Mark: Oh...okay...um...
*looks unsure as to what to do*
*scoops Annabelle up and places her back on the bed under the covers*
You couldve hurt her...behave.
*nods and turns to go back to the living room*
*pouts* I wouldn't have minded sleeping on the sette and let you sleep with her
*follows him*
Mark: *blushes* I-I-I d-don't think s-she'd like that..
*smiles* but you would have liked it, no?
anyways...where did you get those scars?
Mark: *mumbles something in reply to the first question* scars? *looks at his scars* oh...them.
*looks concerned* who gave them to you?
Mark: Mainly the pack..
(Hello.)
(Hey Soph!)
*frowns* the pack? my pack never did things like that...
(Hey Soph! *hugs*)
Mark: not your pack my pack! I mean the pack I was with, in, yeah..
Annabelle: *yawns and comes walking in on shakey legs, still too skinny, too pale and too malnourished, but alive at least, if slightly bruised from being pushed out of bed* food...
(*hugs her back* Would you like to continue with the Emmarra roleplay?)
I know... but in my pack, my dad wouldn't allow that to happen...
so what are you going to do now?
(I have to go to tabata
ill be back laters ^^)
(Yes okay.)
Emma that isn't the way to deal with this..
(Okay Flick!)
Emmarra: I don't exactly have many options... Alcohol, death... *sighs*
Life.
(*is standing outside a door with a bunch of flowers and rings the door bell*)
Emmarra: Some life...
Em.. *sighs* I don't know what to say...it could be worse?
Emmarra: How?? How could it be worse?
Dynamite-Zaf
You could be completely alone...it could be your fault...
(*walks away from the house and picks up a bag of Molotov's and throws them the house one at a time* )
Emmarra: ... True... I could be completely alone... But if it was my fault, I'd feel better than I would do now. I would have never gotten to see my entire civilization crumble... And I'd be dead...
(I hate Molotovs.)
*sighs* Em...i really don't want to kill you..
(msd for a power nap..)
Emmarra: It's gone from you won't to you really don't want to... I'm convincing you...
No.
*looks stubborn now where before she looked as though she was pitying Emma*
(they're handy (sometimes, farcry 3 has proven them both useful and bad at the same time) )
Emmarra: ... Please?
(Garrett - I have a list of weapons which I refuse to use due to a) their brutality, b) their uncontrollability, and c) Their inability to cause instant death. And Molotovs are on that list.)
No Emma..
(fair doo's Soph)
Emmarra: ... Why not? *sighs and curls up*
(*a tumble weed rolls by*
its gone quiet?)
(I am still here.)
(Yes, yes you are *nods*)
(I will be back soon.)
Hi guys! Just joined!
(I am back.)
(Hello, Velvet.)
Hiya Sophia! (Sorry, can I call you that?)
(Yes, Sophia is perfectly fine. How are you?)
(i return from poofing, is anyone here?)
Great thanks! Can't seem to add a photo on my thing though...
I'm here!
(Yes, Garrett.
It is my understanding of Google that it can be a little unreliable at times when it comes to pictures or photos; like when, if you save your profile more than once, the picture quality slowly gets worse and worse. You could try a little later.)
(Sorry...power nap...(aka fell asleep))
I've told you why Emmarra.
(Welcome back, Silente.)
Emmarra: You would be doing me a favour...
(*huggles soph*)
...
(ugh. It's Wednesday..)
(*hugs Silente back* It is Wednesday indeed.)
Emmarra: *sighs*
Thanks Sophia, will do!
(I don't like Wednesdays..)
Em...I really don't know what to say to you...
I thought it was Friday this morning...
(NEW PERSON!
*sounds the alarms*)
Yay?
Emmarra: *sighs again* I hate this...
(Hello Velvet, welcome to blogland *offers handshake*
I'm Garrett the master thief and necromancer )
(*laughs evily* New person..)
I know..
(Sil, can i do the greeting this time please? )
Garrett, thanks for the welcome!
(...we could BOTH do it?)
Silente, ummm..,
(No problemo Velvet, its what i do and please call me Gar.)
(*sighs* Not the greeting again...)
Emmarra: *hugs her tightly*
(sounds like a plan Sil *smiles*)
Will do Gar! Don't really have a nickname yet! Feel free to call me whatever you want! Except Gladys...
(...*hugs Soph* pweeeaaase let me do the greeting? *puppy dog eyes*)
*hugs hee tightly back*
What is this greeting? Don't know whether to be excited or nervous...
DID SOMEBODY SAY NEW PERSON!!!???
*tacklehugs Velvet*
Hi I'm Tia Halcyon the famous Chronomancer and the almighty ruler of Blogland!
Ok, I'll try thinking of one for you)
(Hey Sil, Gar and Soph. c:)
Thanks Tia! What do you mean by chronomancer?
And thanks Gar!
(*hugs Silente back* Pointless violence is not something I agree with.)
Emmarra: Sorry...
(I would like to dispute the whole ruler thing, Tia.)
(Hello Tia, how be you?
and your not the ruler of Blogland)
and Velv the greeting is a sort of good thing so be both excited and nervous, and i think i have a nickname for you (Velv)
(Why is it always Gladys..
*hits Vel in the back from behind sending him/her(?) To his/her(?) Stomach*
*crouches on his/her(?) Shoulder blades*
*leans next to his/her(?) neck, moving with elegance and grace* hello.
*jumps back, pulling Vel up, shoving him/her(?) At Garr, laughing*)
Yay! Thanks Gar"
It's fine Em..
So I'm guessing that was the big welcome then? Also, I'm female, also I have called my friend Gladys after she said I could call her whatever I wanted, reference to SP!
(the greeting:
*catches Velv* this is how we welcome new people,
*shoves she/ he back too Silly* )
Manipulation of time, Velv. I can send you back to the stone age, Sophia, so I suggest you obey your Queen.
Is it done now? Plus, that's really cool Tia!
(I'm eating breakfast. It's 7 pm. Time travel in action.)
(Well not this exactly, it differs.
*sweeps her legs from under her, catching her as she falls*
This is one way.
*spins her round, hugging Vel, pinning her arms at her side's and getting reeeeally close to her neck, no warm breath coming from her mouth*
Mmm..
*spins her and sends her back towards Garr*)
(@Tia *snorts* queen? I think not.)
*Tanya leaps from a nearby bush and tackles Sil to the ground*
No hogging fresh blood!
(*sticks my foot out and you trip over it, sending yourself flying*
oh yeah. Sil no eating the Velv, it wouldn't be fair)
What so I got the full package?
Wait, so you guys are vampires?
(*pouts at Garr* but she smells delicious!)
*grins at Sil* That I do.
(*grins at Velv, showing pointed teeth* maybe.
*stalks slowly towards her*)
(I am not a vampire. I am an ordinary-ish human.)
And the others? Why do you sometimes write in brackets?
(@Soph I did reply...just in case you missed it.)
It's okay Em...
Not all of us Velv, only Sil.)
(i do too, but you don't try eat me do you Sil?)
*pouts at Sil* What happened to us becoming best friends?
(*looks at Garr* ...
*pounces on him, drawing a sagged and making a small cut in his cheek lightning quick*
*licks the blade clean*
...yucky. Old blood.)
Cool, and what about the brackets, Garr?
(*turns back to Velv*
Nothing darling...but you gotta pass the greeting first.
*smiles*)
(Brackets are non-rp
And rp is role play
Wbd/msd is will be distant/might stay distant)
Emmarra: *sighs* I need help...
*Tanya glares at Sil*
Velvet. Is. Mine.
(Thanks for the tips Tia!)
What kind of help. *glares* help not killing yourself?
*steps out of Tanya's shadow* Excuse me but neither of you are eating Velvet.
(*growls at Tanya*
No. She. Isn't.)
Oh, and you're not gonna ask me about this owning business or anything?
I don't eat.
I just drink a little blood.
But Silente isn't having her.
(*growls louder* back off Tanya.
*crouches protectively over Velvet*
Not yours.)
Emmarra: ... Yes.
Velvet, she may look harmless, but she... you can't trust her.
(Wbd, shower.)
This isn't over, Silente.
But I can trust you?
*steps in between the 2 vampires* Velv belongs to no one, but herself,
so Sil not eating her,
Tanya no drinking her blood.
Finally! Thanks Garr!
(Of course it is Tanya.
*helps Velv up*
Hi. Don't worry. You'll grow to like me. Almost everyone does...although im not sure why...)
*hugs Em tightly*
You'll be fine..
You don't need to trust me.
*looks at Silente*
Don't you dare take the fresh blood for yourself. I won't forgive you any time soon.
Okay, thanks Sil!
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Really gotta go now, bye!
(*laughs at Tanya and ignores her* Yeah she's insane. Embraced her insanity a bit too much..*nods her twelve year olds head*)
(Wbd, violin+piano practise - back in under an hour!)
Emmarra: I doubt it...
(*walks over to Sil* this is for cutting my face *punches you in the face and breaks your nose* )
(Ok Velv)
(DEDICATION FOR THIS PAGE
I hereby and forever more dedicate this pageth to
-Sophia Keating for her awesomeness and braverism (MISS YES MISS!)
-Chione Asahina for her brilliance and beauty (LET IT GO)
-Snow Stormberg for her loyalty and musicality (LET IT SNOW)
-Clara I-cant-remember-your-last-name for her proper ways and large vocabulary (CLARENTE!)
-AND FINALLY TO MYSELF!
Lol jk no never.
And finally to everyone I missed, bar myself, for your perfections and your flaws.)
You will, I know you will.
(Hear hear Sil)
(AS FOR THAT PAGE THAT I MISSED AGES AGO
I dedicate to scars and flaws.
I love scars, always have, always will.
They tell a story, develop a character.
They're a part of you, and they are beautiful.
You started as a blank canvas and now, now you have been added too.
It's beautiful.
You felt pain and you lived through that pain.
Amazing.
And flaws.
They make you you.)
(I disagree with both things said about me. Apart from that, it was a nice dedication.)
Emmarra: It's like I'm stuck in a tunnel with no exit... and no light...
( am back ^^)
(hear hear for part 2,
and answer me this question,
why do you try to eat people? I know your a vampire and but surely you could just go to a blood bank ?
(wb flick)
(Fresh is tastier Garr)
Look harder...
Mark: yeah...the pack was pretty harsh.
Annabelle: *pauses, gawking at Mark's back, mouth hanging open*
(Chloe!!! *runs at you and tacklehuggles you*)
Emmarra: I can't look any harder...I give up...
(*smiles~*hey Rhos sweetie
*huggles and hides face in you*)
Don't give up.
what did you do to deserve that? *frowns*
(*smiles* how be you Chlo?)
(fair doo's Sil)
*is in the home gym (which I've now installed) pumping iron*
Oh, look, a new person!
Hi Velvet, welcome to Blogland! Kestrel LeStarre, vampire, sigilist, and Administrator of the American Sanctuaries, at your service :)
(Hello Kes, how be you?
and your a vampire?)
Mark: *shrugs* lots. Cowardice...failure to protect...challenging dominance...trying to run away..
Annabelle: *still gawking, visible to flick over Marks shoulder*
P good, Garrett, you?
And yeah, I am. Or rather, Kes is. That's how she provides Sil with blood :)
(Kessie! how art thou?
*To Rhos* tired, but great thanks ^^)
okay... *notices Belle*
*smiles* well lookie who is up
Hey guys!
(Rhos, do you want to rp?)
(Hey Ben! are you a new person?_)
Hey Chloe! Not bad at all, you?
Hi Ben! Are you new, or have I just not seen you?
Emmarra: ... Why not?
(I am GREAT THANKS)
yep. I just found this place.
Annabelle: *blushes and stops gawking*
Mark: *turns to face her* morning...you're, um, very red..
That...was very enthusiatic :P
Any particular reason, or just general greatness?
(Also, if you'd prefer I start calling you Inky, please tell me :3)
(Welcomes *huggles Ben* nice to meet you, Im Inky, a werewolf
or you can call me Chloe, IM welsh and proud!)
Because giving up is bad.
Welcome to Blogland, Ben!
Kestrel LeStarre, vampire, sigilist, and Administrator of the American Sanctuaries, at your service!
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