Greetings, friend.
How was your fourth of July?
I did not end up doing anything to commemorate the occasion. I didn’t feel it appropriate to celebrate our American independence considering the current climate.
I hope the title of this post hasn’t made you scramble for the door. If that is the case, now I can say whatever I want! Monkey butt!
If you’re still here, please disregard the somewhat childish outburst.
What is sexual politics?
To get technical, sexual politics is the principles that dictate the relationship between the two sexes, specifically regarding the usage of power.
I find the concept of sexual politics richly fascinating. It is one of my favorite topics of conversation. You’d be surprised by how many people are afraid to engage the issue. I wish they knew that talking about controversial topics should not be considered controversial. Conversation can breed thought, information, originality, and opinion.
What’s tragically amusing is that we cannot escape the chessboard that is sexual politics. Sexism permeates every society. Men, women, and pussy-grabbing-politicians administer the effects of it.
Like what’s happened with previous sexual partners of mine, sexual politics can become complicated. Since the beginning, there has been a power struggle between the two sexes. Men have spent centuries asserting power over women (and I believe that this has contributed to their dicks getting smaller with every Age). Thankfully, times are changing (like the Bob Dylan lyric!). Women are now able to use the voice they’ve always had, and they are using it to address and abolish the oppression. This liberating era is truly poetic.
However, with the Roe v Wade case being overturned, it seems as if America has taken a few steps back. Sexual politics still holds our culture by the balls (and they aren’t lookin’ very big, honey). Sexism’s long-lasting stain tarnishes society even still. Much like Joseph, it wears attire of many colors. One thing I’ve noticed when approaching this subject with men is their hesitancy to discuss feminism.
Oh, so you’re happy to tell me that my ass looks great in this dress, Ryan, but you don’t want to talk about why straight men like you make those comments?
I joke with my friends that when asking a (straight, cisgender) man about feminism, they’ll usually give me one of three answers:
1) “I’m not a feminist, but…” Which typically translates to, “I’m not a feminist.”
2) “No, I wouldn’t consider myself a feminist.”
3) “Yes.”
Most times, I’ll get that amusing first answer. It always cracks me up (in a sad sort of way). To the girls and the gays and the they’s, if you’re trying to scope out a date and the man gives you Answer 1 or Answer 2, just grab the breadsticks and run. Or just stay home. If he gives you Answer 3 (rare, like the steak he’s ordering), go on that date! Wear that cute dress or those comfortable sweatpants! And if you’re not sexually attracted to him, keep him in your inner circle.
Male feminists rock. They’re just the best. They know their place and they’re confident enough in their own sexuality to not feel threatened. They are strong enough to shoulder the fact that equality is to be shared by men and women and teacup pigs in party hats.
Equality is not power to be bestowed.
It is a right we are born with.
Sexual politics shouldn’t be a thing, but it is. I look forward to the day that progress is made, and brown hair is considered the new blonde, and women have more rights than assault weapons. Cheers to every glass ceiling that is shattered by humans and pigeons who believe in not just equality, but in kindness, love, and acceptance. There are brighter skies ahead; we just gotta keep moving forward.
But first, I’m taking off these damn heels!