lost cause

What irks me the most is when people define what feminism is. I know, we all have our own ideology of feminism.
Someone told me, that feminism means, "you've been supressed by the corporate world" and that I am too young to actually call myself a "feminist" because i haven't even experienced the "real world". Can this person get anymore shallow??? I tried my hardest to explain to him why i am a feminist, and he kept insisting that the ONLY reason why i am a feminist is because of the failure of my past relationships. NO! (I guess he totally misunderstood what I meant when i said that i wouldnt be a feminist if I was in such a secluded relationship) I had told him, being a feminist is more than the generic definition of it on the dictionary (yes, cause he had to look up 'feminism' on the dictionary) let's say that being supressed by the corporate world is PART of this generations feminism, but thanks to our sistas from the first wave and second wave feminism, things are better than ever! But the focus is on the internal effects of societal implications on young women. And i dont know how he doesnt get this because it only takes COMMON SENSE to realize that EVERYWHERE you go, and EVERYWHERE you look, WOMEN ARE STILL BEING OBJECTIFIED. from mysoginistic homes, to our mysoginistic country. WHAT OTHER KIND OF EXPLANATION DO YOU NEED?

But, that whole discussion was a lost cause because you can never convince someone who refuses to consider your opinions because you are rather "young" and still don't know the "real" definition of feminism. yeah right. easy for you to say cause your not the one in my shoes.

Loren

untitled diddy #1

She shut her eyelids tight with the
intent to feel the oncoming pleasure that should've
been granted to her instinctively-
or so she thought.
She felt absolutely nothing. Though she thought she should've felt at least
some tingling, she felt nothing. she convinced herself that if she could only shut her eyelids tighter
she might actually feel something
"This feels good"
"This feel pleasurable"
were the mantras she would repeat to herself throughout
Eyelids tightly twitching, fingers clinched, she forced a:
Yes. Right There. Oh Yeah. Uh Huh. Mmmmmmm...
over and over and over again
all to no avail, she still felt absolutely nothing.
She kept pretending to feel something pleasurable she didn't wanna believe that
there was anything inherently wrong with the picture, so
she would only pretend to feel passionately towards him
almost as passionately as he felt towards his self and his own pleasure
his hedonistic desires were his own for the taking of the innocence and the passivity
of inner turmoil guarded furiously by careful, coy smiles, and kindly gestures
She was the perfect match for him, so he thought
for a boy who undeniably thought of her as a mere commodity in the world's marketplace
his carnal cravings aggressively sank into her core
she mistook his aggression for passion, and rightfully so
but he was only passionate about the stroking of his own ego but
she didn't know, so she gave him a go denying the greater half of her-
the powerfully insightful, intuitive voice was screaming no , and her body
her body wasn't even screaming yes
but she still undressed-for the sake of curiosity she undressed only to meet the bar
that he had raised. she dared not admit that she was afraid
and GODDAMN! was she good at pretending
it's all she was ever taught to do by society
in order to accommodate set standards in the world's market place
standards that,
when met,
amount to nothing more than the degree of our own objectivity
so naturally vanity, passivity, and a lack of intellect are
among the top 3 standards we learn to integrate into our personalities in order to feel
complete in our own femininity.
SHE was neither vain, passive, or plain-
she only pretended to be cause all along that's what she was supposed to be
and she couldn't stand to bare witness to the stabbing of her dignity,
so she shut her eyelids tightly, clinching her fingers denying her assertiveness
in the backseat, she couldn't feel a thing
& she woke the next morning, grieving for the little girl she used to be
and decided from that day on she would never live another lie

the stigma on hairy legs

i had this conversation with a couple of friends over dinner, about this woman who came in a massage parlor with extremely hairy legs. And my male friend said, "that's disgusting, did you have to wear gloves?" first of all, i was appaulled with this reply. Did she have to wear gloves??? Why?! for what reason?? because she has hairy legs? And is it that disgusting to the point where you have to make sure that the physical contact that will take place has to be totally secured?!

And people tell me feminism is dead. If it is, then why do these comments still come around? The social stigma of women having hairy legs is so over rated i know, but why do people still think this way? and this friend of mine also said that "hairy arms/legs define a man" yeah. right. talk about equality right?

This is still an underlying issue that a lot of women refuse to talk about, they feel ashamed to tell others about their hairy body and that totally sucks ass. WE should ALL be happy with what we have. And always keep in mind that MEN and WOMEN are created the same. yes, WITH HAIR FOLLICLES. so get that straight. if a woman ever decides not to shave, its on her decision. and don't make her feel bad about it. Abolish this stigma on hairy women. I am hairy too, and so does a lot of women i know.

Let's wear our skin proudly, hairy or not. WEAR YOUR SKIN WITH PRIDE!

-Loren