-I’ve been asked to send nudes to creepy men I wasn’t interested in romantically.
-I’ve been asked to have sex with a creeper who was notorious for cheating on his longtime girlfriend who he wanted to marry
-I’ve been propositioned for sex because at the time, I was still a virgin and so was the other guy.
-I worry about my outfit every time I go out, even if it’s just to go for a run or to take my dogs for a walk.
-I’ve been asked if belly dancers strip and do lap dances.
-I’ve been catcalled since I hit puberty.
-I’m seriously considering taking a martial arts class when I find a full-time job.
-I don’t feel safe walking alone at night unless I am with my Familiar Zoe (30 lb German Shepherd mix) and/or my boyfriend or my Dad.
-Because when I rejected a guy, he decided the best thing to do was call me crazy and insist it was my fault for not trying hard enough to find a full-time job.
-Because I’ve seriously considered either purchasing a personal protection dog or adopting a stable German Shepherd and training the dog in Schutzhund.
-Because my boyfriend’s classmate from film school advised him to “sleep with me and then dump me” once he found out I was a Pagan Feminist.
-Because the same classmate expected my boyfriend to give him all the gory details about “how I act in bed.” (Needless to say, my boyfriend dumped his ass ASAP)
-Because I feel safer when Zoe tenses up and either lunges at strange men to protect me or barks her head off at them.
There’s probably more, but this is all that I can think of off of the top of my head.
I don’t trust men and while I am devoutly thankful that the men in my life are good, kind men who are all for women’s rights and are just as horrified by the extremist misogyny that led to the Isla Vista shooting, but there’s too many men who are just as douche bro-y as my boyfriend’s film school classmate.
I’m sick of it. I’m sick and tired of being afraid, of watching my gender be assaulted, catcalled, harassed, stalked, murdered, and raped.
I’m angry, Gods damnit! I wish I could raise a blistering curse on all the MRAs, PUAs, and other misogynists out there who view women as sex objects and think of us as vending machines: if you put enough “niceness” coins in, then sex falls out.
No. Fuck that shit. I am a woman and a person and I matter, Godsdamnit!
One of the things I’m doing to help counter-act this awful hatred of women is by performing a spell tonight to protect women–gay, straight, trans, and everything in between. My friends and I came up with the spell, and I’ll make another post for it.
It’s time we women let our voices be heard, both in the mundane AND magickal world so we can drown out the awful misogyny that is so inherent in our society and do what we can to change it.
Let’s kick some ass, ladies. 😉