For me, it has always been about destroying the patriarchy.
I was brought up to taste ‘The Man’s’ despicable words then immediately upon granting the swill to occupy my mouth, guided to spit them out.
Taught perpetually to believe in my voice and human rights.
Furthermore, to comprehend the propaganda of politics and the offensive interpretation of the words feminist and women’s rights.
I grew up with a Dad that embodied feminism, practiced it, breathed it, lived it.
A Mom who owned women’s rights as if they were written on the back of her hand. Conversely, as if she wrote them herself.
My Mother personified feminist characteristics before her time. The type of woman you don’t dare fuck with, she knew she deserved more than the glass ceiling she was given. She wanted that for me, she showed me I deserved it. And I do. So does my daughter, it’s 2017 for fuck’s sake, it is her time, if not mine.
If not ALL of ours.
In my understanding, my Father succeeded in turning feminism into humanism. Relaying to my brother and me, there is no difference in any one human being on this planet.
We are completely produced as equals.
Each one of us has the proprietary right to speak our minds. Despite gender, appearance, race, religion.
Notwithstanding anyone — we are unity. One people, one planet, and rightfully one breath towards tolerance, in which should imply humanity and equality.
What I am saying is, my family breathed human rights as if it was the only air we could possibly suck into our lungs without drowning.
Sadly, today, I am watching as these rights are melting into a thick disturbing pot of divide.
During the eighties and nineties (my childhood), I had a greater perspective concerning the movement of women’s rights, better than I do today. Perhaps that was the bubble I was raised in, or possibly — the fucking world has gone absolutely mad.
I know I am lucky, I adore what I was given, grateful doesn’t even cover the ground in which I walk. Yet, it doesn’t change the reality that I am forty-four years into a world that doesn’t have the balls to change the painful truth women are not completely recognized as equals.
The world that keeps feeding on the setbacks in which we are given, pretending Rape Culture doesn’t exist.
Somehow this world believes woman are fabricating the fear of rape and abuse. I assure you, there is nothing comforting about walking home with your keys locked between your fists.
This same world perpetuated a human being named — Donald Trump. Then elected him as President of the US of A.
Our complacency brought this on.
Our publicity smothered, cat memed world allowed this to happen. We need to take ownership. Once we have owned it, we can fight against it.
Did I burn a hole in your activist heart? Good.
Complacency is the fuel in which evil perpetuates, fester like a wound you can not cure. It bubbles like peroxide and nibbles continuously at our human rights, my human rights. One small propagated bite at a time.
It was contentment that brought a man who believes woman are lesser to the most important office. And now that we are here, we MUST fight harder than most of us have ever had to fight.
Okay, not all of you decided, actually, most of you did not decide to have a misogynist POTUS. MOST of you agree with me when I say DJT is a nightmare of a human being that may cause ruin to our world.
(Sorry Dad, I am trying to look at all humans as good people, I really am).
Most. Of. You.
But there are still a few…million…that believe he may do some good.
I write this for the few million that are not me. The ones that don’t happen to see, or feel the tyranny in which is Donald Trump.
I know I am not the first to say these words, I am CERTAIN I will not be the last. Though, please put on your listening ears. Moreover, before you dissect the tiny molecules of my words in which hold no bearing on the reality of these thoughts, remember I am a fucking woman/human, with the right to speak her mind. A woman who indeed feels the pressure of a putrid man holding the highest of esteem in the world as I know it. The next POTUS who believes his “locker room talk” was not filled with rape culture and it was okay. The same man who has fueled those thoughts and beliefs in men I know and converse with, daily.
“DJT said it, it’s totally okay if I do.”
That is the world we are living in…And I am fucking exhausted.
I am tired of fighting for women’s rights.
Why, you ask?
BECAUSE I SHOULDN’T BE FIGHTING FOR THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE.
The fact that I am a woman does not make me less human. Hey, guess what..nothing makes anyone less human. NOTHING. It is a simple concept. We are all humans, none of us is better or worse than any other.
What is so fucking hard to understand? I don’t get it. It makes no sense. It is science people. DNA says so.
For the past few months, I have spent countless hours either hearing disturbing counts of misogyny or living those experiences myself.
But is there a direct correlation to Donald Trump you ask?
Yes, there is.
Each of the times I have felt the agony of misogynistic words placed upon me has been while directly discussing DJT.
I have been called a raging lesbian, as if it was an insult, for speaking up against the altruistic words in which DGT employs. I have been told to shut my mouth, I talk too much, no one wants to hear a whiny woman speak. I have been called a cunt for legitimizing feminists views.
I have been hushed too many times to count.
I am desperate in my measures, tired of explaining why I have the RIGHT to speak my mind. For fuck’s sake, just because I am a woman does not eliminate my right to illustrate my thoughts, my views, my syllabus. It is 2017 for god’s sake. Twenty fucking seventeen.
I will not, and have not changed my mind. I am and always will fight against the patriarchy. I was born to do so. Yet here I am pushing harder than I have ever had to push before. Teaching my son and daughter, as my parents taught me.
I will not regress. I will not let one man deter me from being a human. A human that deserves every equal right this planet has to offer.
I will continue to fight, and I will teach my children to do the same.
We are all one people. No less or greater than the other.