i'm coming out!
i've been raped. i've been beaten. my father abused, molested and tortured me for 11 years. he raped me, he tied me in a duffle bag and kept me in the closet for days, he wouldn't let me eat for a week at a time. he beat me and made me eat his feces. he spit in my face and chained me to the wall. he kept me tied in ropes under the bed.
i'm coming out.
i'm coming out of the closet. ATTENTION WORLD! i have been treated like almost every other woman in this culture. and enough is enough.
i have been starving. i have been denied food for so long in that in my nearly delusional state i devoured a carcass by the side of the road, unable to comprehend anything but my overwhelming hunger and the fear of annihalation. do not even think of trying to tell me i eat too much. i will not succumb. i will not submit. i will not any longer bend to the will of men, and allow them to leave me emaciated, weak, unable to defend myself.
i have been raped. and do not even think of trying to tell me that i am only seeking sex work so that i can further my abuse by reliving familar experiences. you people who say these things, you have never been degraded, battered and used. you have never been invaded, violated, then found within yourself the enormous strength to overcome, to reclaim your body, yourself, and yes, even your vagina, to own it and use it with pride. i know what rape is. i know what wrong is. and this darling? this isn't it.
i'm coming out of the closet of womanhood. i have been spit upon, hated, degraded and used. i am a survivor, a sex worker, and i hope to soon be a stripper. and darlings, don't you know, that every time a man looks at me with awe, with yearning, i heal a little more, my eyes shine a little brighter, i hold my head a little higher. because sex isn't what's harmful, honey. sex is wonderful, a blessing, a gift. what he did to me wasn't sex. it was violence. and just let any man try to get violent with me in 6 inch stilettos! there's a reason they named those shoes after assasin's knives.
you cannot own me any longer. i am my own person, and i have claimed ownership of myself. sisters, do not allow people to shame you, to pity you, to explain to you that you are supporting violence against women. women are not hurt by sex, by money, by owning themselves. women are hurt by the idea that they must be sequestered, for their own protection. we are the real feminists. tell your story and stand with me! those of you who have been hurt, or know those who have, come tell your story and stand tall. we will reclaim ourselves, and yes, even our sexuality! let us be strong!



Reply With Quote
<hugs>



Bookmarks