my translation of an important text that veliar [telegram] wrote; check her out
dehumanization can be not only a weapon but also a survival strategy
i have no power over others: i couldn’t save myself from being raped and beaten. but while i don’t control how men treat me, i do control my attitude toward what happens. so, when i was repeatedly shown that i didn’t deserve to be treated humanely, i didn’t expect anything different. after all, if i deserved not to be raped and beaten, i wouldn’t have been raped and beaten. right ?
asking and expecting anything different is not only stupid, but also humiliating. it’s humiliating to beg for mercy from someone who enjoys torturing you. the only thing you can do with such things is to please
if the goal of my dehumanization is to take away what’s important, and i’m unable to protect it, then the optimal solution is to devalue and reject human treatment myself
i know how to enjoy being beaten — really, it’s not hard to learn. i also know how to enjoy being hit, and it’s much more pleasurable than the first; especially if the violence to others is punishment for violence against you. male language is the language of violence, and i can speak it. i wasn’t taught it, because i’m not a man, but i learned it because i considered myself a man. because it was important to me to prove that i wasn’t a woman. because they showed me that i am a woman
i hate that they not only pointed out to me that i’m not a man, but also demonstrated that i am a woman. rape is the most fucking demonstrative thing that could have been. to rub my nose in the fact that i’m different and to emphasize the difference. to show who i am
i given up own humanity and eroticized dehumanization
i have a filthy mouth and a putrid brain. when they told me i was disgusting, i repeated that «disgusting». when they told me i was dirty, i repeated that «dirty». when they told me i was a slut, i repeated — «a slut».
«disgusting, dirty slut» — top three ultimate achievement for a pre-teen schoolgirl
and why should i be upset ? why should i wind myself up thinking «i don’t deserve this, i don’t deserve that» if i’m incapable of defending myself ? to play out the victim’s image according to society’s prescribed scenario ?
well, men raped me. and i was like: «t-h-i-n-g-s h-a-p-p-e-n-s. i don’t have time for tears, i need to done my stuff on kids’ playground before sunset»
i know the reasons why many women find it hard, or at least unpleasant, to hear about what men done to me and the attitude towards it. it’s been explained to me many times, and i understand everything. but i can’t digest or assimilate this explanation. i see no reason to be sad, cry or reason to show empathy to me. for me, there’s no terrible tragedy in my life; it’s one continuous routine. i don’t know how to explain that the type of breakdown i have eliminates the need for sympathy and pity. how can i explain y’all that i’m.. a meat ?
meat can be raped — meat can be treated however you like.
meat is just meat, meat is not a living person