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So I took offense, or rather, drew a line at being declared a repository for all biological fluids (in the context of teasing), while I had laughed and humored being called a repository for sperm, i.e. a 'cum-dumpster'. Part of this seeming amiability is that the phrase cum-dumpster had been used to refer to one of the guys first . . . . so in the context of a joke, specifically an inside joke, I was okay with it.
Perhaps I shouldn't have been.
This was followed by an announcement that I was a dumpster for all biological fluids, which was where I began to get angry, and also by jokes about groping me. I think that this was really the point where I declared a moratorium, completely seriously, on the subject. It didn't stick, of course, I had already let it get too far for that (something I will keep in mind), but the issue, I guess, is trying to figure out why THAT, specifically, was the line.
I think, for me, this comes from all the slash fic, specifically the kink slash fic, that I occasionally read (occasionallly re: the kink, slash I read all the damn time). Biological fluids includes urine, and for some reason, to me, that is the most degrading biological fluid to be 'painted' with. And so this particular fluid is the one my mind jumped too, and I found that so disturbing that I got angry and upset. I guess, also, the joke became less a group joke, and more a joke with me as the object. This led to me being a sex object, in a way, as well (with the groping and jokes about touching my ass to see what it's like), and I'm not going to stand for that. Even though I like to be 'one of the guys' with the sexual innuendo and stuff, there's some stuff that, for me, is out of bounds, because I'm not actually a guy, and I feel like I need to be more careful in establishing and maintaining these boundaries. Also, because some of the stuff makes me uncomfortable, and I don't want to put up with that just to be friendly.
Anyway.
I'd like to write a feminist manifesto that doesn't devolve into me waxing rhapsodic on stuff that I really can't back up logically or reasonably. Maybe one day I'll invest enough time and effort to be a logical feminist beyond my own feelings on the subject (which are valid, but not the strongest point for engaging in debate).
And now, i leave you with part of a poem that I enjoy very much
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting for someone
to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
for the America Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting
for the Age of Anxiety
to drop dead
and I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
for anarchy
and I am waiting
for the final withering away
of all governments
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder
--from I am Waiting, by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Perhaps I shouldn't have been.
This was followed by an announcement that I was a dumpster for all biological fluids, which was where I began to get angry, and also by jokes about groping me. I think that this was really the point where I declared a moratorium, completely seriously, on the subject. It didn't stick, of course, I had already let it get too far for that (something I will keep in mind), but the issue, I guess, is trying to figure out why THAT, specifically, was the line.
I think, for me, this comes from all the slash fic, specifically the kink slash fic, that I occasionally read (occasionallly re: the kink, slash I read all the damn time). Biological fluids includes urine, and for some reason, to me, that is the most degrading biological fluid to be 'painted' with. And so this particular fluid is the one my mind jumped too, and I found that so disturbing that I got angry and upset. I guess, also, the joke became less a group joke, and more a joke with me as the object. This led to me being a sex object, in a way, as well (with the groping and jokes about touching my ass to see what it's like), and I'm not going to stand for that. Even though I like to be 'one of the guys' with the sexual innuendo and stuff, there's some stuff that, for me, is out of bounds, because I'm not actually a guy, and I feel like I need to be more careful in establishing and maintaining these boundaries. Also, because some of the stuff makes me uncomfortable, and I don't want to put up with that just to be friendly.
Anyway.
I'd like to write a feminist manifesto that doesn't devolve into me waxing rhapsodic on stuff that I really can't back up logically or reasonably. Maybe one day I'll invest enough time and effort to be a logical feminist beyond my own feelings on the subject (which are valid, but not the strongest point for engaging in debate).
And now, i leave you with part of a poem that I enjoy very much
I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting for someone
to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
for the America Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting
for the Age of Anxiety
to drop dead
and I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
for anarchy
and I am waiting
for the final withering away
of all governments
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder
--from I am Waiting, by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
