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Equality = Equal rights.

It’s come to my attention that most men don’t understand that when speak of equality, we speak of equal rights. We do not mean that we believe there are no genetic differences between the sexes. So, I hope this article helps you understand things a little better. 

Whenever I speak to a non femininst, the reasons they bring up as to why we can’t attain equality are mostly to do with gender roles, jobs and/or careers and of course the genetic differences. My aim is to explain why these shouldn’t be reasons that we can attain equality (equal rights). 

If I had a nickel for every time someone said women are better at certain things like cooking than men, I possibly would be rich by now. Listen, all you who still think like this (P.S I know them pick me women still think like this too, it’s not just men). There is this thing called gender roles, what are they? You ask, I’m getting to it.  

According to Wikipedia, a gender role also known as a sex role is a social role encompassing a range of behaviours and attitudes that are generally considered acceptable, appropriate, or desirable for people based on their actual perceived sex. Gender roles are usually centered on conceptions of masculinity and femininity, although there are exceptions and variations. 

In other words, gender roles are simply socially constructed roles, therefore, can be changed and are not the same throughout different parts of the world but have possibly existed since the beginning of time. Using cooking as an example of a gender role, the only reason you think women are better at cooking and there are more women who are better at cooking than most men is because it has always been viewed as something women should do. In the old times (bantu era) men went hunting and women cooked. Now men don’t hunt but women are still expected to cook, we all know women who work just like men and are still expected to cook because it’s their duty as a wife. And I have no problem with women cooking for their husbands as long as they do it because they want to not because they are obligated to. And the thing is, cooking is actually a skill and just like any other skill, the more you practice the better you become at it. And women are made to practice from a very young age, (I know men who only started cooking in university). I believe each person should be as self-sufficient as possible and gender roles hinder this, that is why some of us would like their elimination. I know that to some people, a world of no gender roles seems like a world of chaos, but it’s not. In a world of no gender roles, each person is taught the basic skills they will need in life, everyone has the same chores in the house, which prepares you for life and not be dependent on other people for basic skills such as cooking, that in my opinion everyone should know. 

Moving on to jobs… 

I love how people (mostly men) like to point out that men are better at certain jobs like those that involve heavy labour than women. And how women don’t even like such jobs. Listen, jobs have this thing called qualifications, which is basically the criteria you have to meet to prove you can do the job. Qualifications of an entire field should never be based on sex or race particular jobs in a given field however, can be. For example, someone who owns a black business might want to offer employment to only black people and another person who is looking for a nanny might specify whether they want a male or female nanny. When we talk about equality in the work industry, what we mean is each person should be hired based on their qualifications; hire the person with the better qualifications regardless of their sex and their salary should be dependent on how much work they put in, not their sex. Yes, not all women want heavy labour jobs just like not all men want heavy labour jobs. What we want is opportunity for the women who have an interest in such jobs and are qualified. They should be allowed to work and not be discriminated simply because they are women. So, conclusion; the job qualifications of an entire sector should not include the sex of the person. 

Next, 

Genetic differences as we all know exist. We as feminists don’t deny that, but then again, I do not speak on behalf of all feminists. Equality = Equal rights. With that in mind, because of our genetic differences, I know we are not equal this however doesn’t mean we can’t have equal rights. I particularly brought this up because a saw a post about transgender women dominating sports and how now we must address gender inequality as a legitimate concern (his words). Firstly, the issue of transgender women in sports is a very controversial topic that experts are still having on going conversations and research. But even though there are still on-going conversations, the International Olympic Committee (among other sports organisations) have set guidelines that allow trans women to compete in women’s sport such as demonstrating a testosterone level of less than 10 nanomiles/liter for at least a year before competition. This guideline acknowledges the privilege trans women possess as compared to cisgender women and it makes sure that the women competing have equal rights. Genetic differences exist but we can certainly have equal rights. 

Privilege exists and people should learn to acknowledge theirs and help those who do not have the same privilege. it should never be reason as to why we can’t attain equality. It’s not the role of the oppressor to say there is no oppression when the oppressed say there is. And lastly, the goal has never been to deny our differences but to have equal rights for all. 

 

Sincerely,

Feminist.

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This time will be different.

cut me open till I’m bleeding

blooding rushing on the floor from my wrists

your words feel like a thousand knives

sticking into me and being pulled out

until I can’t take anymore and all I am is bleeding.

you know exactly where to strike

how many times to strike

pause,

strike again, making sure I am wounded

seeing me disintegrate before your eyes.

You are wounded.

It’s all my fault.

I strike you with my knives.

it makes sense that I should feel as bad as you feel in this moment,

if not worse.

This time will be different.

The story two lovers causing havoc to each other and doomed to fail say.

because we learned from our mistakes,

This time will be different.

And it’s different all right, better even.

until, something new happens.

Except it’s not really new

it reminds you of something that already happened.

And you realise-

Nothing really changed,

Nothing is really different.

Everything you tried to convince yourself otherwise is true.

And now you know for sure.

Except, one thing is true now,

One thing is different now.

I love you more than I did before.

But will you stay or leave?

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Publicizing the protest was a very good idea, the crowd was getting bigger each minute.

And a big crowd is always emphasis on the injustice being fought against, because large crowds are hard to ignore.

And even though this is a peaceful protest I know how things can quickly escalate. This is not my first rodeo. The last peaceful protest I attended ended up in mayhem.

“Hey.” Tracy greets me as she stands next to me with her poster in hand.

“Hey.” I reply.

“I got you a sandwich, without mayonnaise of course.” says Tracy.

“Thank God.”

“Has the mayor arrived?” she asks.

“No, but she should be here soon.” I reply.

In the corner of my eye I see someone who looks like him and I start to relive everything.

***

Sia’s helium playing through my EarPods makes it impossible for me to hear anything else, I wonder if I will ever feel that way about someone, though it sounds more like dependency than love to me.

I see two men leaning by a wall smoking cigarettes as I pass the beautiful Oak tree, three more blocks to go until I’m home.

I see someone running like their life depends on it, meanwhile the mere thought of jogging exhaustes me.

I feel a hand around my waist, there are two men by my side now, one on each side, the one on my left takes the EarPod from my ear.

“A pretty lady like you shouldn’t be walking alone” says left guy

“It’s quite dangerous” the other one says his hand still around my waist.

The street is completely empty.

“Get your hand off me!” I shout angrily as I try to move in front, he pulls me back and holds me tighter.

“Relax, we’re only being nice.” says the one with the hand around my waist, his voice though calm sends shivers down my spine.

“Please let go of me.” my voice a plea now.

“I will. Let’s talk here for a second.” he says with dismay, the here he is referring to is a dark alley.

“I need to go home.”

“You’ll get there.” He smiles. “Maybe.” he adds. He looks at me then raises his hand and strikes me, sending me into the arms of left guy.

The back of his hand feels like a million needles digging into my cheek. He walks towards us,

“Scream and I will kill you”

I know he will so I don’t scream.

He lifts my legs and they carry me into the dark alley then place me on the ground.

Left guy is holding me down while He unbuckles his belt, He pulls his pants down.

He pulls my jeans down and forces himself into me, grunting with pleasure.

His eyes are brown. THRUST.

He has a long cartoonish nose,. THRUST.

His hair falls to his face with each thrust. THRUST.

I let my mind drift. My body doesn’t feel like my own anymore.

Left guy is no longer holding me down.

His thrusts are faster-

 

Tracy nudges me “Hey are you okay? The mayor is here”

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Snippets of our love scenes

 

bodies tangled and happy Snippets of our love scenes keep flashing in my mind, when I least expect them. They float in so effortlessly and sudden, one minute I’m thinking about what to eat, then next I’m thinking about how my fingers always seem to know where to be on your body. I never really thought that much of us, I mean you were a guy and I was a girl, you happened to love me too deeply and I treated you badly, so I never really thought that much of us, I compared us to past experiences and we were just ordinary, my feelings towards you felt ordinary most times, but lately I’m watching my shows and a love scene makes me think of you, I think ‘I have felt this before, for you.’ That maybe I was actually in love and didn’t just know it, flashes and snippets of our love scenes in bed, bodies tangled and happy. You were home to me and now I’m scared that I left my home to be on my own because I thought that’s what I needed but I’m not well when I’m not with you, I’m scared that the flashes are only because I’m alone and I don’t actually miss you, I’m scared that if I tell you this you will drop everything and rush to me and I want you but I don’t want you to, because you seem happier now, but I’m also scared that you moved on and if I tell you this you will tell me you don’t feel the same, so we have sex and don’t talk about us and it’s amazing except I’m having flashes and snippets of our love scenes and I think, I love you but I know we don’t work and even though it hurts, and trust me it does, this is how it has to be.

Love,

just another sad girl.

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The last time we spoke

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I remember the last time we spoke so vividly. The last time we spoke I told you we couldn’t speak anymore, that I no longer wanted to speak to you. In a text, because I’m certainly not brave enough to say it to your face, or even brave enough to say it once I hear your voice, so I said it in a text. At first it was liberating, because I had been wanting to do this for months and I just couldn’t, but on this day you said something that completely flew me over the ledge and I just couldn’t bear you thinking everything was fine again, and calling me when you think it’s been long enough since you last spoke to me. I was always a thing you thought about later, after you did everything else you wanted to do, then you would remember me and even then, you still didn’t whisper sweet nothings in my ear. So yes at first, it felt good but slowly time started passing, and I say slowly because I kept staring at my phone every two seconds to see if you had replied and each time, nothing. This went on all day and I guess you just weren’t bothered. At this point, I’m telling myself I made the right choice letting you go because I was clearly not important enough to you to even say goodbye, and I don’t want to believe you’re hurt by my decision so much that you can’t find the words to say goodbye, because it’s hard to hate a guy who loves you that deeply, so you’re just a jerk.
The first time we spoke I remember so vividly. There was something about you, there still is, I just never figured out what. But from the first time I saw you, I wanted to know you. Sparks were flying everywhere like we were seraphim and I just had to know you.
So I fell without thinking, I fell willingly and yet unknowingly, I fell into you like the way a stream flows like it’s just meant to be, with such subtle grace is how I fell into you, so natural, so effortlessly. I always saw the universe in you, my god such beauty, the way your eyes glowed and lit up like stars, I remember it all and yet it feels like another life in another universe that I just got a glimpse of and now can’t help but wonder what became of the two lovers?
Because in this universe, I will never know, the lovers were just another heart break of what could have been, we are just another heart break of could have been and should have been but never will be.
I hope the lovers in the other universe have a better fate.

Love,

Mukatimui.