It’s extra super scary when MRAs don’t even try to hide the fact that they think men have the right to abuse women.

This is the kind of person who wants to own your uterus.

And, are you sick of every other advertisement you see being for some product to make women’s bodies less disgusting?  Then read this.

Of course, I’m more of this persuasion myself.

On a different note, here is an interesting look at recent outbreaks of sexual terrorism on the internet:

I don’t like it that radical voices, however unpopular, are being expelled from the human conversation by online thugs. I like it even less that it’s happening with hardly any notice, and without comment by more mainstream writers.

And here’s some more fun:

If we’re willing to honestly examine our long held fear of powerful women–and the false notion that we lose some of our power as women gain more of theirs–there’s much for men to learn from the day.

Oh, if only that were true dear.  In truth, we do require men to give up some power – a lot of it in fact.  See, it’s perfectly fair to lose that which you have acquired unjustly and through the suffering of others.

Sex-positive feminism is a misnomer really. While the basic concept of sexpos feminism is a good one – women must have sexual freedom in order to truly be free of oppression – it does not play out this way.

Sexual freedom, in this context, follows right on the heels of the sexual revolution itself. Women are now free to have sex with whoever they want, whenever they want, however they want. Sort of.

You see, while true sexual freedom is part of the revolutionary vision of radfems, the sexual freedom espoused by the sexpos crowd still primarily benefits men. This brand of sexual liberation frees women from the most rigid of sexual codes in order to increase our availability to men outside of marriage. Sex without consequences. Sex without responsibility.

Sexpos feminism accepts the male worldview as normal, and seeks to emulate it, rather than create a new paradigm.

Sexpos feminism encourages women to pursue sex work, claiming that it is inherently liberating, rather than trying to break down the patriarchal bonds that limit women’s choices of work worldwide, often forcing them into prostitution, other sex-work, and pornography. In doing so, it ignores the very serious negative effects of such work on individuals and society, while bolstering the sexiness factor and claiming that sex-work empowers women as a class rather than reinforcing the idea of women as the sex class.

Sexpos feminism’s very name implies that non-sexpos feminists are anti-sex, or sex-negative, which is a heavily perpetuated stereotype based on assumptions rather than facts.

Basically, sexpos feminists want to put a friendly face on feminism by assuring men that they are not here to break down male privilege, change the way men behave toward women, or ruin anyone’s fun.

They’ve managed to make men love feminists, by creating a feminist that doesn’t really exist. She wears Playboy t-shirts and loves stripping and likes to sleep around without a care in the world.

She’s every frat boy’s wet dream.

But she isn’t doing anything to advance the cause of feminism, or help real women live better, more full lives.

I can’t blame her really. She’s doing her best to survive and have a life in a culture that views her as little more than holes to be penetrated. Unfortunately, in doing so, the sex-positive feminist has not only given up on feminism itself, she has become part of the patriarchal machine that denigrates and marginalizes her sisters.

While radfems want to destroy the patriarchy and create an egalitarian model, sexpos feminists believe they can work within the current system, slowly chipping away at male privilege while still being the “fun” girls at the cultural cocktail party.

I’ve been the fun girl. Most twenty and thirty-something women probably have been, or have tried to be, as well. It’s a life filled with a insatiable craving for male approval.

Lucky for me, I grew out of it. I think in the long run, the sexpos crowd will too.

Yet everywhere I turn, I see stories of women being harassed at work, abused at home, telling their stories of rape and violence, and telling the truth about what the daily lives of most Western women are still like, in reality, not on paper.

As a radfem, I understand this reality, and know it to be true. However, much of Western society would like to ignore it. So, how long is it going to take for these women’s stories to mean something?

How many women have to be raped, beaten, murdered, and abused, harassed, and generally treated like garbage before we accept that the ultimate goals of feminism are far from being fully realized?

How many people have to believe their stories to turn the tide? How many have to care?

Today, 4 American women will be murdered by a male partner. Today, at least 360 American women will be raped. Today, more than 1500 American women will be beaten by a male partner.

While you are reading this, somewhere in this country, a woman is being raped. Right now.

If that’s freedom, I can’t see it. If that’s equality, I can’t see it.

MRAs like to argue that men also suffer these abuses. They certainly do. Often at the hands of other men, not women. Most sexual abuse committed against men and boys is perpetrated by another male.

So, the situation begs the question: why are men so violent, toward women and toward each other?

I’d say, It’s the Patriarchy, Stupid.

And here’s a disturbing statistic from Men Against Sexual Violence: 2/3 of college men report that they would consider raping a woman if they thought they could get away with it.

Regardless of all of the available information (of which I have shared very little here), the same myths about sexual violence that have existed since Biblical times are still prevalent in Western culture. Women lie, seduce men and then claim rape, falsely accuse men of rape whenever we get a chance, and regret sexual activity after the fact and cry rape to cover our tracks. Married women can’t be raped by our husbands, and prostitutes can never claim rape. A woman who is dressed provocatively is asking for it. Sex-workers are asking for it. Drunk or otherwise intoxicated women are asking for it. Passed out women are asking for it. Women walking down a dark street at night are just asking for it.

But we’ve achieved freedom and equality. No one wants to believe that sexual violence and our acceptance of it is one of the primary control mechanisms the entire world uses to keep us in our place.

No one wants to listen to the horrifying stories of our mothers, sisters, and daughters, because it’s easier to just go on believing that the oppression of women in the Western world is a thing of the past. It’s easier to go on believing that women lock their car doors as soon as they hit the seat, and check the back for unwelcome guests because we are neurotic and living in unnecessary fear than it is to accept that we every reason to fear male violence.

We have every reason to fear it.

We live in fear out of necessity, not a desire to “play the victim” as is so often said. We live in fear, and act as such, because if we don’t, and we go out for a walk down that dark street late at night, and we get raped, it was our fault for putting ourselves in such an obviously dangerous situation.

It’s not the rapist’s fault. It’s not the rape-accepting culture’s fault.

It’s our fault. Your fault. My fault.

How can anyone live like that? If we act out of self-preservation, we are living in fear and mocked for it. If we do not live in fear, we are responsible for any violence done to us.

During the abolition movement, the personal stories of slaves were used to make the public understand the horrors of slavery. During the civil rights movement, the first-hand accounts of the oppressed were instrumental in raising public consciousness. In all ground-up revolutionary movements in history, the anecdotal information provided by the oppressed has been of major importance.

When will ours start counting?

I warn you now, massive overuse of self-questioning.

Does this blog annoy me?  Yes it does.  Am I going to do something about it?  Other than complain?  Not really.  Enjoy.

 “What is even more amazing to me is, if you had told me a year and a half ago about this disdain and contempt, I wouldn’t know what you’re talking about either. Sure, I believed in equal pay for equal work, and that Affirmative Action should be abolished. I also believed that women earned less than men for doing the same jobs and that men used to own their wives, and that we women were all victims of thousands of years of “patriarchal oppression”. This was despite clear evidence to the contrary.”

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