I'm a feminist, not the fun kind

you can't girlboss your way out of the humiliation of performing femininity. miniskirts are supposed to humble you by having you stay alert to them riding up and exposing you. high heels are supposed to humble you by having you move carefully, wary of twisting an ankle (or stumbling and exposing yourself). make-up is supposed to humble you by having you control your feeding and resting habits, lest you smudge it. there's sexualization imbedded in them. they are SUPPOSED to embarrass you, because the ultimate titillation is the assertion of control over you. you can't desex them.

I keep on seeing this one post floating around talking about how becoming a radfem made them miserable and I wanna be nice but... take the L ladies. Life's so much better when I can put a name to misogyny. Or cutting ties with porn supporting male friends. I'm more will I need to call out things that make me uncomfortable, I'm actually excersising(mostly because the prospect of endometriosis has put the fear of god into me), I'm generally more extroverted... I'd need a control group to prove my theory but being able to call out misogyny just makes everything in life better. The only thing I've lost from being outspokenely a radical feminist is one or two male friends and like... is that even a great lost? Feeling worse just seems like a skill issue here.

I’m skipping manicures the same way I’m skipping shoving my hand into a blender

it just makes sense two women together like that’s how it should be

There is no sexual politics on the left beyond unrestricted access to porn, prostitution, and erasing female oppression.