Feminist for Life
Or, as I like to call it, an Equalist.
I also refer to myself as a Hypocrite... and I don't shy away from being called a Cunt but not because I take offense to the word and must embrace it... I just don't really find Cunt offensive. It's like Spic... what does it really mean? Is it short for Hispanic? That's hardly an insulting word for a Short Hispanic.
I have been a Feminist since at least age ten. I have recordings of me expounding upon my Feministy/Equalist ideas. They were, interestingly enough, the same as how I think today. I haven't grown much since age ten (girth and weight are probably currently closer to that age to the curious few, so I weighed less at age 22 than at age ten). Apparently my thinking process was very similar... in fact almost exact. I know more about things like MONEY and SCIENCE now. It changed nothing about my concepts of society or my role in it. It is not surprising that I never got confirmed (Christian thing) and I was well on my way to a full declaration of atheism. I just had to be SURE I wanted to make that declaration. I had figured out Santa Claus was fake at age 6... yes on my own.
However, I call myself a Hypocrite in that I vowed to ask men out (equally of course) at age 10 and I was horribly turned down at my (remember I was larger at age 10 than 22) chubby age of 10 by the boy I thought was the bestest cutie ever. He was out of my league... I now know. You don't get that someone might not say "yes" at age 10. I was just being "forward" thinking and I forward acted myself into a horrible sad state of reality. Asking people out SUCKS!!!!
So I literally hid myself within a depressive smile. I think my family had never seen me so amenable as I tried to hide my pain. I watched a lot of Duck Tales and Gummy Bears and felt sorry for myself. My (idiot) cousin caught on to my depressive state and said she "understood that she was getting all the attention and not to take it personally that the family was focusing on her now." I nodded and thanked her for being so understanding... and thanked the earth for making her a self-centered moron. I could hide behind the facade of jealous cousin... though I knew even the people she thought I was coveting the attention of would have laughed at the concept that I was jealous of them paying attention to someone else. At age ten I was past needing the approval of a loving family who doted on me already. An only child may often act selfishly in terms of attention but I wanted alone time. The needy cousin scenario (her or me) distracted my broken ego and young broken heart from the prying eyes of my family. So I would spend, what seemed like days, and may have been a total week in emotional turmoil over having been rejected. Oh my aching ego...
So I vowed to never ask a man out again... and it was very un-Equalist of me.
And over the course of my life I have not gone out of my way to ask a man out. I have felt wonderfully giddy at having gotten asked out or for my number. I have tossed a man's number away who said "call me" when we exchanged numbers. No loss... he never called me either. Who are we kidding? Rejection hurts...
Feminist Hypocrite for life... don't call me a pussy... or I'll kick your ass.
I also refer to myself as a Hypocrite... and I don't shy away from being called a Cunt but not because I take offense to the word and must embrace it... I just don't really find Cunt offensive. It's like Spic... what does it really mean? Is it short for Hispanic? That's hardly an insulting word for a Short Hispanic.
I have been a Feminist since at least age ten. I have recordings of me expounding upon my Feministy/Equalist ideas. They were, interestingly enough, the same as how I think today. I haven't grown much since age ten (girth and weight are probably currently closer to that age to the curious few, so I weighed less at age 22 than at age ten). Apparently my thinking process was very similar... in fact almost exact. I know more about things like MONEY and SCIENCE now. It changed nothing about my concepts of society or my role in it. It is not surprising that I never got confirmed (Christian thing) and I was well on my way to a full declaration of atheism. I just had to be SURE I wanted to make that declaration. I had figured out Santa Claus was fake at age 6... yes on my own.
However, I call myself a Hypocrite in that I vowed to ask men out (equally of course) at age 10 and I was horribly turned down at my (remember I was larger at age 10 than 22) chubby age of 10 by the boy I thought was the bestest cutie ever. He was out of my league... I now know. You don't get that someone might not say "yes" at age 10. I was just being "forward" thinking and I forward acted myself into a horrible sad state of reality. Asking people out SUCKS!!!!
So I literally hid myself within a depressive smile. I think my family had never seen me so amenable as I tried to hide my pain. I watched a lot of Duck Tales and Gummy Bears and felt sorry for myself. My (idiot) cousin caught on to my depressive state and said she "understood that she was getting all the attention and not to take it personally that the family was focusing on her now." I nodded and thanked her for being so understanding... and thanked the earth for making her a self-centered moron. I could hide behind the facade of jealous cousin... though I knew even the people she thought I was coveting the attention of would have laughed at the concept that I was jealous of them paying attention to someone else. At age ten I was past needing the approval of a loving family who doted on me already. An only child may often act selfishly in terms of attention but I wanted alone time. The needy cousin scenario (her or me) distracted my broken ego and young broken heart from the prying eyes of my family. So I would spend, what seemed like days, and may have been a total week in emotional turmoil over having been rejected. Oh my aching ego...
So I vowed to never ask a man out again... and it was very un-Equalist of me.
And over the course of my life I have not gone out of my way to ask a man out. I have felt wonderfully giddy at having gotten asked out or for my number. I have tossed a man's number away who said "call me" when we exchanged numbers. No loss... he never called me either. Who are we kidding? Rejection hurts...
Feminist Hypocrite for life... don't call me a pussy... or I'll kick your ass.