"Cunt; a decliration of independence" By Inga Muscio
The Womanifesto for the Categorical
New Freedom Lady
When you aren't afraid of looking like a supreme chickenshit and ask your friend to go into the public bathroom with you because it creeps you out, but not for any tangible reason,
that's self protection.
When you are in a music store and you pick a CD by women musicians who have your back instead of a bunch of boys who hog all the air time on the radio,
that's self protection.
When you are sitting on the bus and the man who sits next to you gives you a bad vibe and you get up and move to another seat without giving a rats ass about feeling like you're being rude,
that's self protection.
When you find out which politican is supportive of women, lesbians, and motherhood and vote for her,
that's self protection.
When you look at all the beautiful women on TV and in magazines and think they are a part of a wierd industry run by men with major, major dick complexes,
that's self protection.
When you boycott all media not responsive in every way, shape, and freudian slip to women's rights,
that's self protection.
When you tell your dude if he can't hold his wad until you're damn well ready to come then he's gonna hafta invest in a strap-on dildo of your choosing,
that's self protection.
When you ask for a raise,
that's self protection.
When you and your friends concoct plans of poetic guerrilla terrorism against a teacher, fellow student, co-worker or boss who sexually harasses women,
that's self protection.
When you decide it's in your best interest to worship a goddess who innately respects women,
that's self protection.
When you dance, run, jump, buy yourself a birthday cake even though your birthday is five months away, cavort, kiss all the girls you love to love, laugh, sing, jump rope, ding-dong ditch the house of someone who gets on your nerves, swing, climb trees, pick your nose in public, daydream, eat with your fingers, break something on purpose, fart loudly, pin your friends to the ground and tickle them,
that's self protection.
Everytime you look in the mirror and your heart races because you think "I'm so fucking rad,"
that's self protection.
Protect yourselves. *taken from CUNT-Inga Muscio*
New Freedom Lady
When you aren't afraid of looking like a supreme chickenshit and ask your friend to go into the public bathroom with you because it creeps you out, but not for any tangible reason,
that's self protection.
When you are in a music store and you pick a CD by women musicians who have your back instead of a bunch of boys who hog all the air time on the radio,
that's self protection.
When you are sitting on the bus and the man who sits next to you gives you a bad vibe and you get up and move to another seat without giving a rats ass about feeling like you're being rude,
that's self protection.
When you find out which politican is supportive of women, lesbians, and motherhood and vote for her,
that's self protection.
When you look at all the beautiful women on TV and in magazines and think they are a part of a wierd industry run by men with major, major dick complexes,
that's self protection.
When you boycott all media not responsive in every way, shape, and freudian slip to women's rights,
that's self protection.
When you tell your dude if he can't hold his wad until you're damn well ready to come then he's gonna hafta invest in a strap-on dildo of your choosing,
that's self protection.
When you ask for a raise,
that's self protection.
When you and your friends concoct plans of poetic guerrilla terrorism against a teacher, fellow student, co-worker or boss who sexually harasses women,
that's self protection.
When you decide it's in your best interest to worship a goddess who innately respects women,
that's self protection.
When you dance, run, jump, buy yourself a birthday cake even though your birthday is five months away, cavort, kiss all the girls you love to love, laugh, sing, jump rope, ding-dong ditch the house of someone who gets on your nerves, swing, climb trees, pick your nose in public, daydream, eat with your fingers, break something on purpose, fart loudly, pin your friends to the ground and tickle them,
that's self protection.
Everytime you look in the mirror and your heart races because you think "I'm so fucking rad,"
that's self protection.
Protect yourselves. *taken from CUNT-Inga Muscio*