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The Bondage Argument

The Blogsphere is ringing this week with the sound of debating feminists/ pro feminists/other women identifying  peoples discussing BDSM and the agency and roles of women within BDSM sexual relationships.  I’m not going to link to the debates because a) I’m exhausted after attending double lectures and a talk on socialist feminism and b) I really don’t want to take a side in the existing debate, especially not at 10.30 at night, when I’m exhausted.

Mostly I just want a chance to open up a debate about Teh Kinky Sexzors without piggy backing off of someone else’s.

My opinions about sex pretty much run too – if it’s consenting, non- coerced, and involves people doing whatever they want to do to get each other off, providing no children, animals, dead people or unwilling participants etc involved, then people should do what they like. Essentially- do what you want with who you want providing there’s consent, sense, and equality in the room.

I can see, however, how and why there is a debate about how or not BDSM does or doesn’t hold up Patriarchy and existing, dominant ideas about sexuality, women’s sexuality and the kinds of sex we should all be having.

What disturbs me about some of these debates is, the perceived removal of women’s agency. One of the argument I’ve heard is that women don’t involve themselves in BDSM based sexual encounters because they really want too, they do it because patriarchy, porn, dominant cultural narratives and their (male) partners tell them they should.

This kind of thinking, in my opinion,  removes the agency of women who ARE engaging in BDSM because they want too, because they get off on it and so do their partners. I’m not for a second about to naively suggest that no woman has ever been co-erced into abusive situations involving BDSM- but I would argue that it they are co-erced then it’s not sex it’s rape, and that is a different ball game all together.

From the BDSM communities I’ve known of, safety and consent have been two of the most holy, cardinal rules ever. You don’t do a damn thing, if they or you aren’t fully aware and consenting. You don’t do a damn thing if they or you do not feel totally safe, and you have adequate safety measures in place- for some people that’s using condoms for others it’s safety words, reliable easily reached cutting equipment and first aid kits at the ready, just in case.

I’m confused by arguments that suggest we, as a movement, are fighting for women’s autonomy and agency to be recognized, whilst simultaneously denying women the right to have sex however they please. I CAN understand arguments focusing on women’s co-ercion into sexual behaviours, or women’s socialization into particular sexual roles.  What I can’t understand is why women, who are plainly choosing to engage in sex where they experiment in a number of ways with roles, identities, toys and boundaries are criticized and told they can’t possibly enjoy it, they’ve just been brainwashed.

How does dialogue like this help the movement? How does dialogue like this enable women from a variety of ideological positions to share experiences, beliefs and discussion about sex and women’s sexuality openly and honestly?

To me this standpoint of  agency denial, can be perceived as women hating, as much as, standpoints that suggests that women who freely enjoy sex are worthless or standpoints that suggest women shouldn’t have access to reproductive healthcare becuase they shouldn’t be having sex in the first place.

I would also like to question whether these arguments apply to lesbian/gay relationships. So far all the arguments I’ve read, have been about  heterosexual Dom/sub relationships and BDSM in heterosexual relationships. If a woman is the Dom in her lesbian Dom/sub relationship is that still upholding the Patriarchy? Does women dominating women, or tying women up count as internalized mysogyny? Answers in the comments section please!

I’m hoping this post will mean a discussion springs up. So far I’ve never deleted or modded a genuine comment anyone has made- I’m hoping this can continue. If you do comment (and please do- all viewpoints welcome) then please be mindful of your language and tolerant of the views of others.

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Best Comments Thread Evah!

This is a quick post- I’m supposed to be reading set pieces on Globalism and writing an essay, not reading my blog feeds and chair dancing to Van Halen.

I’ve said before that everyone on the planet should read  Shapely Prose, and now I’m going to say it again. You shouldn’t just read it for the awesome posts those guys do, or for the fact it’s a brilliant Fat Acceptance blog. You should also read it, because the Shapelings are the loveliest commenters ever, and here is the best comments thread I’ve ever read. Go, read it, snort, agree with everything A Sarah said and remember – the obesity epidemic is a lie, and we are all beautiful whether we weigh 7 stone or 20.

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This post is about a pivotal experience in my life-  a visit to Womynspace. I feel its relevant to write this because it changed my perceptions about my attitudes to other women, left wing politics, the legal system, the list could go on. The point is that nearly every week I find myself drawing on the experience.

To rewind…before I started at uni I never thought about feminism. Once or twice when I’d heard the word it was portrayed in a negative light. I myself come from a dysfunctional family and the women in the family had been subjected to cycles of abuse which in turn trickled down to me. I felt the only person I could trust was my father figure and therefore even though I did have female friends, I never really trusted them, they were all out to’ get’ me.

This visit also coincides with the beginnings of a great friendship with Suzi, my first interactions with another very intelligent role model who pointed me in the direction of Womynspace and myself for the first time in my life , truly being out of my comfort zone.

Necessary arrangements had been made, directions gathered, feminist peer grabbed in order to be my comfort blanket and off we went to London . I’d been to London only twice – once on a school trip and once on a jolly with an ex boyfriend. I took the car, I realise now that that was a comfort blanket too- I didn’t know my way around and the car was safe in the fact that I could get into it and drive away should anything untoward happen.

We drove into a rough looking area of London, a police car seemed to follow us in to a side street and observe where we were going. I parked up and we approached the metal  security gate. A woman  appeared unlocking the various padlocks in order for us to gain entry , she chatted whilst we went through the door and as she fortified the the door via a plank slatted against the door.The entry was dark damp and forbidding and the woman starting to show us around. The welding room,the smoking room and then up the stairs.

Once we got to the top of the stair case the atmosphere started to change ,there was some sunlight coming through the windows and I could see artwork on the walls. A photographer was taking pictures and two other women were chatting. We were shown around this tier of the house and the atmosphere was almost church- like, we were offered tea (thank you womynspace for introducing me to rooibos tea)and then sat down to chat.

I for once didn’t have anything to say for myself. Suzi on the other hand starting talking and drawing out the other women’s stories (usually my ‘job’). I felt for once that I really didn’t have anything to contribute and on reflection the way I looked didn’t matter this opportunity to just be `me` had never presented itself and therefore I was at a loss .

We left and got back into the car and Suzi and I didn’t say anything until ten minutes later when we both let out a collective sigh. We both felt peaceful and then talked about the experience.It wasn’t until much later that we realised we’d both had completely different experiences – Suzi had felt comfortable and confident, I felt the opposite.

I wrote the experience up as a feminist reflective essay and thought that would be the ‘end of it’….not so. As time went on and suggestions about space from tutors started to make sense to me I started to figure it out and de-construct what society had socialized me in to thinking. Feminists..bad, squats are only used by druggies and homeless people, the law is always right.

Womynspace taught me that its ok just to ‘be’ rather than ‘doing’, in the respect that we as women are always supposed to be pre-occupying ourselves with caring for other people, caring about what other people think of us and caring if  the sexually preferred gender finds us attractive.The one sentence that sticks in my mind from the experience was a woman saying ‘he doesn’t know anything about me’, that’s the best thing I ever heard in my life. Complete strangers don’t know anything about you. How dare they comment and judge someone they know nothing about?!

Another thing that struck me was the the premise of what space is – whats the difference between a woman’s group hiring a village hall or making use of a near derelict building in order to empower women? Money and the legal system that protects an investment. How much is a derelict building worth? Why shouldn’t it be put to use instead of being left to  crumble until the owner gets the ‘right’ price from a developer?

Womynspace changed and still is changing my perception of the world and society around me. Without it I wouldn`t be writing here, have the strength to show the world who I really am(ok, I’m your basic geek, but there you go) and that the ‘hidden’ shit’ – the issues that are swept under the carpet like the empowerment of women really does matter. Thank you Womynspace .

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Whilst trying to get down to some serious study about capitalism the other night Suzi and I veered off the topic and had a discussion about Paula Yates.  We’ ve often talked about feminist icons  and I put it to Suzi that in my eyes Paula Yates was, in fact a feminist icon.

Back in the eighties I used to watch The Tube, I remember seeing this funny, vibrant woman wearing prom dresses and sporting a tattoo. No woman presenter on T.V looked like or interviewed like her. The Tube itself was descibed as shambolic and an alternative Top of the Pops, it was here that Paula Yates could shine

Previous to this she was simply known as Bob Geldofs wife, a groupie who got lucky, no mention was made of her career as a rock journalist, did she just get the presenting job because of her husbands connections? Even if she did, she grabbed the opportunity with both hands and made it so that she was a vital part of the programme and was never ‘replaced’ with a younger model through the years.

Paula raised a family, was not eclipsed by her high profile husband and managed to stay afloat in a very tough industry – is this not a mark of a feminist?

Paula did all this by expressing her femininity and raw sexuality which, in turn, masked her intellect – are feminists not allowed to be sexual? Have you never flirted in order to get better service in shops or get served first in a crowded bar?

Paula wrote two books on childcare which reflected what a great mother she must have been, funny, caring and practical albeit with nannies, but the books reflect that she was ‘hands on’.

Then of course along came Micheal Hutchence starting with the infamous big breakfast interview and ending with the tragic early deaths of both. When Paula left Geldof for Hutchence was it Hutchence who was cast as the home wrecker? No, Paula was cast as the villain in the piece, and,  in the eyes of the media she was back to being a groupie who got lucky and left poor Sir Bob, was she guilty of acting in a male gendered way?

I think it must of taken guts to leave such a (by that time) ‘sainted’ high profile husband and still live her life in public. I think she was unique, clever and a pioneer in reconstructing how a woman should act and I would definitely say that , to me, is what feminism is all about.

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If I wasn’t already cheering loudly for our cousins across the pond after Obama pledged to close Guantanamo Bay within a year, and immediately banned ‘trials’ there, I’m now positively HOWLING for joy.

Obama has lifted the Global Gag rule, that prevents organisations providing services in foreign countries from receiving US aid if they so much as mention abortion. And he yesterday said that:

“On the 36th anniversary of Roe v Wade, we are reminded that this decision not only protects women’s health and reproductive freedom, but stands for a broader principle: that government should not intrude on our most private family matters,”

‘Nuff said really. Can we have an Obama now please??

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Reading through the Guardian today, re- celebrating the fact that America finally has a decent President, a guy who happens to be intelligence and have a social conscience I was struck by something. And that something was the absolute absence of commentary on women’s role in the Obama victory. In all the coverage I read there were TWO mentions of Michelle Obama and ONE mention of the Obama girls- the bulk of the commentary about Michelle was about how journalists couldn’t decide what colour her dress was. The one sentence regarding Sasha and Malia commented again on the colours of the dresses that they and their mother were wearing.

I watched the inauguration on the BBC. I wept a little, listening to the address, booed at Rick Warren and practically danced for joy watching Bush fly off out of public life. But, I noticed something. Of all the commentary on the BBC, there was only one female presenter and she was assigned to the route of the procession and largely redundant in the coverage. None of the guests were female- they were all men, and none of the commentary mentioned any of Michelle’s accomplishments or any of the sacrifices she would be making as her husband became president. Renee wrote a few days ago about the unpaid labour a First Lady performs and yet none of this was mentioned in any of the coverage I’ve seen. The one mention of Michelle’s role in her husbands presidency, was that she would be at the school gates each afternoon to collect Sasha and Malia. Her husbands role as a father was totally written out. It would seem, that, in the eyes of the world now, the Obama children have one active parent and that is their mother. Their father is just, obviously, going to be far too busy doing important manly things to be worrying about the trivialities of raising children. This portrayal annoys the hell out of me, because I’m damned sure that isn’t what the Obama’s think.

This total erasing of the women who are key in Barack’s life astounds me. The world really hasn’t changed that much. Michelle, a talented, intelligent successful woman, with her own career, her own achievements, her own dreams has been wiped out in effect, and reduced to being unpaid housekeeper to the worlds most ppowerful man. Or at least that is what has happened in the eyes of the media. She has ceased to be a dignified human being in her own right and become merely an extension of him.

I was bitterly disappointed. But, the fight for recognition goes on. Maybe one day, POTUS will have a wife who continues her own career, who employs ( at a decent and reasonable wage, let’s not perpetuate the exploitation here people)  someone to carry out the Housekeeping at the White House , and whose achievements are recognised, giving her a public identity of her own in the eyes of the media. Maybe the position of First Lady will change into a meaningful position of political power and social change, instead of being one of sacrifice and expectation. Maybe one day we’ll have a First Gentleman, or a female POTUS and First Lady. I live in hope.

For now, the fight goes on. The war isn’t won, even if the battle was.

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Round up

It’s not often I’ll ever do a round-up post. However, I’m incapacitated with pain from an (actually) pustulent ear infection right now, and despite the fact that I’ve broken out the uber painkillers of doom, there is still green shit pouring out of my ear and I’m still on the verge of screaming in pain. Therefore, instead of writing the thoughtful and provocative piece I had planned on Feminist Marriage, I’m going to be lazy and just highlight a few things which caught my eye and made me thoughtful today.

The first is obvious- in less than 24 hours the world is rid of the sheer hell and devilry of George Dubya Bush and Barack Obama becomes the 44th President of the United States of America. Lauren at Feministe reminds us of why this is just the best damn thing!

This British Feminist would like to wish Mr Obama all the luck in the world. May he live up to his hype and not suddenly become an outrageous sexist the minute his ass hits the chair in the Oval Office. And may we all, be aware of our responsibility to progress and change, and not just leave it up to the guy who gets to have the title. That’s not social change at work people, that’s scapegoating.

Next on the “List of things that made me go Hmmmm” is this report from Cara at Feministe about an anti-choice nurse ‘accidentally’ removing women’s IUD’s and then refusing to give them new ones.  I’m sickened by this story. Sadly, I’m not surprised and I wish I was

I’m very pleased to wish Jessica at Feministing, many congratulations on her engagement, and the sincere best wishes of the FemAcadem team. Whatever your personal feelings about marriage, it is a joyous event in peoples lives.

I’d like to finish the round up by saying a resounding ‘Hells Yeah!’  to the fab Catherine Redfearn of The F Word, who has blogged about the lack of recognition Feminism as a movement receives, despite the large amounts of feminist activism that’s going on.

Right, if you’ll all excuse me I’m going back to lying on the sofa in fast amounts of pain, with half my face out of use!!

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Freely selling sex.

I have to say I’m a pro porn feminist- well by that I mean , I’m a pro porn-that-is-made-by-consenting-adults- who-are-appropriately-re-numerated-for-their-time-and-who-have-working-conditions-that-are-as-safe-as-possible feminist. I’m anti trafficking, and I’m against a society that forces women into sex work, because they feel they have no other options or skills with which to generate much needed income. I’m not against women (or men for that matter) going into sex work because they enjoy it, or because they truly and freely want too. Before you tell me no woman could ever possibly be like that and all sex workers are forced, are suffering from deprivation or have drug/alcohol/psychological problems I suggest you go and read the blog of Renegade Evolution (NSFW), who is quite frankly damned awesome and was one of the first people ever to comment on my blog,  and then read Diablo Cody’s book Candy Girl about her experiences of stripping and the reasons why she did it.

If you don’t want to go and do that, then do go and read this awesome post by Renee at Womanist Musings. I’m particularly fond of this section :

This is not a profession that I would choose for myself but because I ultimately believe in the right of a woman to have control over her body and her sexuality I cannot sit in judgement of the result of where that decision leads.  My concerns are for the ones that are being prostituted without their consent.  My concerns are for those that are addicted, abused and raped.

That’s sums it up pretty well I think!



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The Not Rape problem

Latoya over at Racialicious has written this essay about ‘not rape’ – the other forms of sexual assualt women are subject too, which, when experienced  as teenagers, we often lack the vocabulary to speak about. I would like to recommend that you all go and read it, but do please be aware that it may be triggering. The essay forms part of the book Yes means Yes: Visions of femal sexual power & a world without rape which I will be reading just as soon as I can get my hands on a copy.

h/t to Jill at Feministe

This post is my response to a part of Suzi`s post  `The Mummy Myth`and also  expresses my thoughts on female competitiveness.

To begin with lets look at the two -sided coin which is the mainstream media…..

Can anyone remember any obviously pregnant women presenting the weather, reading the news or presenting breakfast T.V in the eighties? The only woman I can remember is Janet Ellis who presented Blue Peter and was subjected to complaints from outraged viewers because she was a)pregnant and b) shock horror, also unmarried.

Fast forward to the here and now, and pregnant TV presenters are  commonplace,a good thing wouldn`t you say? Pregnant women can be seen, heard and are generally considered capable  enough to carrying on working in their high profile jobs. Of course, the maternity leave ,pay and birthing plan are all held in the public eye, and  maybe the expectant mother will do an interview with various magazines saying how wonderful she feels and how she now, inexplicably  likes eating raw marrow with ice-cream.

After she’s had the baby, done the OK photo shoot and obligingly shown off said precious bundle it all goes downhill and becomes  a media free-for-all.Why hasn`t she lost that baby weight yet? Why’s she depressed when she`s got lots of money and round the clock nannies? Should she be going back to work so soon? Does she breast feed?

All these questions in some shape or another have been asked for millenia at the water well,over washing lines and in recent times, at the coffee shop. The only thing is, now these questions are amplified through the media, and so the stereotype of the Yummy Mummy in upper/middle class circles or MILF in working class circles has appeared, demonstrating that women’s only true commodity is to be fuckable. Crude but more to the point.
These stereotypes trickle down into society, and,  in my experience the ‘Yummy Mummies’ at my kid`s school (by the by, I live in social housing in a very desirable area and professional families frequently relocate from London to get into the schools catchment area)always look fantastic have the latest bicycle and trailer sets,talk play dates, eat organic food and about the marvelous kids boutique in town.There is one middle class mum there who talks to her child, doesn’t give a crap about her appearance and seems to do lots of volunteer work for the school ,but it doesn’t matter how marvelous she is, the nasty whispers are still there `Why doesn`t she lose some weight/Get some new clothes ? / Put some make-up on?’ (n.b I`m a semi goth skinny person who can look slightly scary to the untrained eye).
Of course this happens at school gates throughout the land and in also media land,  but why does it happen? Consider the facts -the media is controlled and bankrolled by men and what do men do when the empowerment of women is seeped into the national consciouness? Give us what we want thats, what,the gossip. How else do the media get away with giving meek reports about women sacked for being pregnant, or for asserting their right to extended maternity leave which in short costs money, money that most important commodity of all.  This all  shortly followed by hiring an attractive younger woman to read the news, in order to attract male viewers.
It seems now (sadly) that even after we`ve competed with each other in order to secure said Mr Wonderful (I realise this statement is heteronormative, but lesbian motherhood does tend to be ignored by the media at large unless it’s being reported in a negative way and I have no experience of being a lesbian mother and so am basing this on my  personal experience of motherhood and competition) that competition is  nothing compared to pursuing the crown of `perfect woman`- it’s the perfect housewife amplified with new and improved features .Marvel at her organizational skills! She`s still fuckable after four kids! She makes her own organic baby food and brings home the bacon too!

The point is is that the media amplified and commodified women’s competitiveness, packaged it,sold it back to us in glossy form and we’ve brought it in every sense

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