Yes, Organs Matter. On Female “Hypervigilance,” And Being Born With A Babymaker, In A Rape Culture March 25, 2010Posted by FCM in authors picks, feminisms, gender roles, health, international, PIV, pop culture, porn, race, radical concepts, rape, thats mean, trans.
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this will make sense in a minute, hopefully. i am posting this video here, again, for those who havent yet seen it. because i *still* have fucking transwomen and genderqueers commenting here, on various posts, shrieking about how “organs dont matter!!!11!!” yeah, sure they dont. so long as you werent born with a fucking babymaker, in a rape culture. for the rest of us, our “mere organs” mean a lot. let me illustrate. and…i am going to take the long way around.
a few months ago, my mom was telling me how fucking lazy my step-dad is. and he is so. fucking. lazy. hes the kind of lazy that, if she didnt stage constant interventions, he would never even brush his fucking teeth. (yeah, they are falling out). he is the kind of clueless that if it werent for her, he would come home from work to a dark house on the same day every month, and wonder why the lights dont work. (the bills are due monthly, asswipe. yeah you). to top it off, my mom knows, absolutely knows for a fact because he told her so and has shown her so (once, as its all she would allow): he actually *likes* it when the lights get shut off. everything is nice and quiet, and he likes candlelight better. he says “its kind of an adventure.” (do i have to also mention that hes an educated professional? i dont know, but i just did).
ah life, what a fun adventure! of course, if you were born female, its a different game entirely. where every day you *dont* get raped or knocked up, you WIN!!!!11!!1 and the prize, if you can call it that, is this: you get to live another day where you do everything you can do, again, not to get raped and knocked up, that day, either. some stuff happens in the meantime. that “stuff” is what other people (men) call “life.” you know, work, play, sleep, etc. some days, you dont even win. seriously, this is how it works. eventually you die, and hopefully rape and pregnancy have nothing to do with that. many times, they have everything to do with it. the younger, poorer and darker you are, the more likely this will be the case.
men can afford to let the lights be turned off, because nothing bad will happen to them, really, if they do. if his car gets repossessed, its FUN!!!!11!!1 he will just walk everywhere (he could use the exercise, its true). if he has bad breath or bad teeth, he wont get fired from his job. and even if he did, he could find another job where all the men were as dirty and smelly as he was. it would probably pay more, to boot.
but for women, if we dont keep every detail under tight control, we could end up homeless. fucking shit, we might end up homeless anyway, and we know it. and homelessness means rape, when you are a woman. its an absolute 100% guarantee that you will be raped. repeatedly. or that you will have to have sex with men, for money, or for reasons having nothing whatsoever to do with “desire.” (also rape, but thats a different post.)
if *we* let the lights get turned off, we wont be able to get ready for work. no shower, no shaving. no blowing our hair dry. and not having a job means, eventually, RAPE. if *we* let our car get repossessed, we will have to walk to the fucking store, in the dark (it gets dark at 4 in the winter. do men even notice this? i doubt it). guess what that means! not a fun adventure, not 30 minutes of cardio. it means RAPE. every little thing we do, you see, has a purpose. its not “hypervigilance” really, if its exactly the right amount. and if we stopped doing these things, it would create a downward spiral ending in…mm-hmm.
see…the difference between western, privileged women and the women in the NOVA video who are being injured and killed in childbirth is really only a matter of degree, and we fucking well know it. its not a matter of kind. we know that if we arent in control, to the extent we can be in control, that our lives will descend into chaos, where we are literally nothing more than fuckholes, for men. (now, we are other things, too!!!11!!11! like, you know, we have hobbies, and jobs and stuff, in addition to just being fuckholes, for men). if we arent extremely careful, our wellbeing and our very lives will become dependant on men being charitable with us (newsflash: they arent). when women are dependant on men to keep us safe…we end up raped, disfigured, and dead. thats the simple, awful truth of it.
and every time a woman gets pissed off at her male partner for not picking up his socks, she is demonstrating that she knows her position in life, and how tenuous it is (or at the very least, the man is demonstrating how safe *he* feels, and indeed how safe, as a man, he really *is*). when women are disproportionately presenting with anxiety and depression, they are telling it like it is, too. so, what are they saying when they wear makeup, and dresses, and blahdy blahdy girly blah? what are women demonstrating that they *know* to be the truth, having been born with a babymaker in a fucking rape culture? (they are saying they dont want to get fucking RAPED, thats what. they are trying to play by the rules, so that wont happen).
and what are transwomen demonstrating, when they do (and ENJOY doing) the same things? this is not a rhetorical question.
look. as born-women, our “organs” (well one of them in particular) are jam-packed with meaning. and only a fucking transwoman, or a gender-obsessed western-privileged snot-nosed asshole fun-fem could possibly believe otherwise. so stop posting this “organs dont matter” shit here. i will not entertain your bullshit delusions for one. more. second.
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