Gonzo!
I heart Kim… here is today’s installation of why:
this hatred always fascinated me; this level of anger flung simply because of how we looked. I believed and still do, some of these “normal” folks disliked us for our refusal to look “normal” because it showed we had the guts to traipse outside the prescribed look. I think some were envious that they could not get beyond their own fears of expressing themselves in ways that might bring raised eyebrows from society.
Which brings me to Ren.
Some feminists believe what she does hurts women.
Overly moral self-righteous types just think it’s “wrong,” I guess.But: could there be a touch of envy there too?
How to say?
When it comes to sex, I think humans go crazy-deep. When things heat up in our minds and genitals, all kinds of things start happening.You know what I’m talking about: those thoughts or fantasies you’ve had. The one/s you would never act on, probably; the one/s you know are a little beyond the norm; the ones you certainly wouldn’t tell your friends about. (And for the love of God, I’m not talking about pedophilia here.)
Part of you would like to act on them, right?
Kinda?Ren does all you’ve ever thought about doing and more.
She doesn’t apologize for it and she’s not ashamed of it.
On top of that, she’s a smart and passionate living, breathing person.You can’t just write her off a some “dumb slut” who is fucking for her crack fix. (No slam towards addicted folks meant – -but how many times have we heard the phrase “crack whore?”) She’s not a woman who was horribly abused by men and who, broken, had no choice but to turn to the sex industry to pay her bills, used to abuse as a way of life.
How do we deal with this intelligent, non-apologetic woman who indulges her sexual fantasies completely — but then who gets cravings for a can of beef stew and watches football with her fiancee.
How dare she get all human-like on our asses with that beef stew shit?
And then, the money quote, the ugly truth – which, of course, is really a “duh” moment (as Kim herself noted). For me and mine, anyway. I guess for a lot of folks though, it’s a goddamn impossible leap of cognitive dissonance.
She refuses to fit into the abused and broken sex worker category nor does she fit the addicted or the truly forced/sex slave slave category.
Therefore, she must go into the remaining category: The Just Overall Horrible/Traitor to Women category.
On a barely-related note, tonight is my graduation from level 3 pole dancing! I can’t believe it’s already here. I’m nervous as hell. I’m supposed to go upside down. I have successfully done so a few times, but I’ve also missed a few times.
I will be wearing my kick-ass boots tonight. Pro: they make climbing and gripping in general a lot easier. (So, if I manage to get my legs up where they need to go with the going-upside-down, I’ll be set.) Con: They add extra weight that I have to get over my head.
There will be photos. Oh, and the song I chose is PJ Harvey’s “Sheela Na Gig.”
i loved that post, imagine…. humans?!?! who woulda thunk it?
can’t wait for the pics, what color is the garter for level 3?
Thanks, Amber! :)