I support my right to be a girl. I just happen to curse like a truckdriver, haul firewood all winter with which to heat my house, and know more than my boyfriend does about his car. I also love french nails, ridiculously high heels, too many handbags, and long hair. I have an entire room for a closet, get off on the perfect shoes, and buy things that are *pink* jut because they are, and I can. I'm service-oriented, a bottom, and a collared submissive. I love, love, love being a girl, and I resent the annoying tendency of the world at large to label any female who hauls a cord of wood a "feminst", to rhyme with "butch."
I. Am. A. GIRL.
"Woman," frankly, doesn't even come to mind unless I am nudged to actively consider it. And that doesn't bother me. I can talk farming and trucks and alternative energy while leaning on the back of a pickup in the middle of the workyard in 4-inch heels. And while that probably makes me white trash, it doesn't make me butch. I like who I am, and I don't like being pigeonholed any more than butch-identifying folks do.
I'm so annoyed, I think I'll go blonde again.
Because I can.
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I could, perhaps, have narrowed the entire rant down to that phrase, but it would have been far less cathartic. I shouldn't get the "feminist" label, with all the negative trimmings, just because I have some self-sufficiency going on. The number of hits I get on OKC wherein some twonk tells me I obviously "need a man" to do the everyday things I already do is ridiculously annoying. While it might be nice to have help--as in "assistance"--it's far from necessary for most daily activities, no matter how archaic/rustic.
We're a society that likes labels, and as a social realist, I acknowledge and understand that tendency. And, as I do with the "poly" thing, I'm going to write my own.
:-)