Archive for September 23rd, 2011

September 23, 2011

On “Positivity” and Radfem Blogging

by FCM

image by R&T

This post was originally published in radical feminist journal “Rain and Thunder” in its “Positive” issue #52 (Fall, 2011).

I understand that this issue is about “positivity” and what’s positive about the radfem movement.  I admit that I actually laughed both out-loud and internally at the very thought, but mostly about “me” writing about it: positivi-whaa?  As I said to my fellow bloggers upon receiving the invitation to write for this issue: “bahahaha!  havent they read my blog?”

As a radfem blogger, I can definitely say that there is nothing “positive” about radfem blogging at all.  I mean, nothing that any sane person would probably consider positive, or “worth it” where the good consistently outweighs the bad. There’s constant harassment and abuse from all sides: from unrepentantly woman-hating men’s rights activists (MRAs); liberal and libertarian feminists calling names and tossing deliberately-distracting liberal/progressive rhetoric around, and acting surprised when it doesn’t stick (as if radfems haven’t already heard it all before); and my personal favorite, (as cannon-fodder) self-identified “feminist” men, those loathsome liberal/progressives who – unsurprisingly – support women’s right…to be sexually penetrated by men.  Now that’s good faux-feminism!

September 23, 2011

If you listen, you can hear us in revolt

by easilyriled

image by R&T

This post was originally published in radical feminist journal “Rain and Thunder” in its “Positive” issue #52 (Fall, 2011).

I am positive that we are in the midst of a glorious revolution. All outward appearances to the contrary notwithstanding. Listen. If you listen, you can hear us in revolt. Hear that? that is the sound of a door opening, a woman inviting a girl into her home. A woman asking another woman for help. Three women together making stickers to paste onto porn magazines. laughter. a splash as two women leap fully clothed into the ocean after a day of intervening in men’s brutality toward women (mostly women they are supposed to love). Listen, there is the sound of shovels in dirt; a match struck to light a torch; the clink of tools from a tool belt; a car starting up…voices, murmuring. muffled laughter, a shriek over there. We are plotting our liberation. There is a lot to do, there are many lives that hang in the balance. It is a fine balance between hope and despair and yet an enormous, yawning chasm between slavery and freedom. Can we even see freedom from here?

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