How do I make you walk in my world?

[museclio]

I've been thinking a lot. I've been thinking since I read the not-rape article I linked a while back, and since reading Yes means Yes. And I've been thinking more since reading cereta's entry I'm an anthropologist by training and by nature. What I do professionally is go and take a walk in someone else's world as best I can, and then come back and

Comments

[ms_lemon]

Amazingly well said and deeply thought provoking. Huzzah to you and for being able to put these words out there.

[museclio]

Thank you. I really appreciate that. It was odd to write and has been percolating. It's hard to look and find some of the bits and pieces that come with being a woman - the stupid comments on the street etc, the things that we brush off. It's hard to take it out and look at it and see that this is not something a cis man has to deal with.

[ms_lemon]

For the record when I get comments like that from people who I don't want to give them I have absolutely no problem calling them out on it. However, I know that comments even when intended as compliments or positive when given in a demeaning way remove any good and leave only a bad taste. So I try to avoid doing this by making statements to others in ways I would not mind hearing myself.

IF I ever make a comment to you that is of the nature that you get sick of hearing it, that it causes you to question your body image or some other negative end result feel free to point it out to me and I'll be certain to adjust in the future. I might be dominant but am not adverse to learning how those around me prefer to be handled :)

[museclio]

Will do - though you never have. It's a much stronger tendency among men however. It's also that it's not just comments it's the jokes that I have to eitehr let slide or point out that it's not funny and I've heard it before, and do so in a way that doesn't end up with someone being pissed that *I* was mean to them for a harmless joke.

[blushing_grace]

I had a girl insult me once back in high school (one of my dance classes) and made me literally cry. She then locked herself into the bathroom out of her drama-full angst that she could have done-such-a-thing to me. Thinking about it still frustrates and annoys me.