For All Womyn

By a. eve · 60461302411 CommentsFor+All+Womyn2010-06-23+00%3A54%3A24a.+eve · In Activism

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When women are threatened by women–as long as they destroy and disrespect each other, as long as they view each other as competition instead of allies, womyn will forever be viewed as “lesser than” and the battle for equality will not only continue, but intensify. When one womyn tears another down, walks all over her, and expects a thank-you, my stomach turns. I am not the embodiment of all that hurts you, nor all that ails you, nor all the abuse and harassment in your past. I am not that. I am not them. The second that I let you trample my heart and I stay silent, I become a victim. The moment that I refuse to stand up for my basic right to be respected and treated with common courtesy, I become a slave to your harassment. The first time that my feelings are hurt by words or actions of yours, and I choose not to communicate, I become a co-conspirator, a collaborator in that which divides us and holds womyn–all womyn–hostage as “lesser than,” “moody,” “emotional,” “illogical,” “circular,” “unclean” beings.

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When I walk with certainty, and stand tall, an amazon (spiritual) warrioress in my own right, I take strides for all womyn. I claim mutual respect and civility for all womyn. In my blood the root of lineage breathe, and I respect myself for all womyn. For the girl who slits her wrists to feel something, anything, other than the pain of sexual assault. For the girl that hides herself in baggy clothes and dark corners because she can’t bear to be hit even one more time. For the girl who has lost faith in herself, because she was told again and again that she was worthless. For the woman who walks five paces behind him, and always keeps her head down, eyes to the floor. For the woman who carried and gave birth to and kept the baby of her rapist. For the woman that covers her bruises with make up, and says she fell down the stairs, when you catch a glimpse by mistake. For all the womyn whose voices are silenced. For the womyn whose genders were assigned male at birth. For the girls that cannot study or choose who to love and how. For the womyn that have no voice in politics, that cannot vote or own land or drive a car or choose to divorce their un-chosen husbands. For the little girl that curls up with her teddy bear at night, hiding under her blanket, eyes squeezed shut, praying he’ll leave her alone for just this night. For the girl that is chastised on the playground because of her weight, and allows the voices of hatred to push her into becoming a very good closeted Bulimic. For the ana girls that rest all their happiness on an unattainable, unrealistic number because they’ve never seen a strong woman who loved and respected herself and the womyn around her. For the girl who is cast out of her home when her menses first comes (and every month thereafter), and is forced to spend nights and days alone in a tent, bleeding all over herself, feeling scared, dirty, ashamed of her body, when she should be taught to relish in the sacredness of her womynhood. For the woman that has numbed herself to all feeling because she believes she has to “act like a man” to get anywhere in the world. For the woman who believes the Glass Ceiling is built out of tears, and teaches her daughter that it is never okay to cry. For the girl who sang prayers as she was gang-raped, and didn’t stop till the blood gushing from her slit throat stole her voice, and she floated up to Heaven. For the teacher that writes, “Jane was raped” on the chalkboard, and asks her college students why the subject of the sentence is invisible, before writing “John raped Jane” below it and giving space for it to sink in. For the woman who died in a hit-and-run yesterday, falling victim to another’s irresponsibility. For the woman teaching womyn to return to their bodies, to open their sense-doors… We are all connected. What uplifts one womyn, uplifts us all. My blood runs deep, and it is full of womyn. My tears build the ocean that carries your dreams. The witness in your blood determines my future. It is sexy to be empowered;When one womyn claims her identity, names her desire, we all win.

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a. eve

Pansexual sensate aesthete. Proponent of resources and eduction to help us each live our best lives. Kinky, quirky, sex-obsessed, sex toy-obsessed, sexpos critical theory slut with a passion for writing & def an acquired taste. Interests: The loveliness of everything being lovely. Wearing stars in the night sky. Buddhism. Critical Theory. Embodiment. Authentic Connection. Preparing happy, humming food. Baking bread from scratch. Thunderstorms. Storytelling. Sharing. Old typewriters. Dangly earrings.

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11 Responses to For All Womyn

Parker Vollmer says:

July 3, 2010 at 2:19 PM

My God. This was amazing. I so want to approach this topic with you. On my page. You know how to hold solid a truth and solidarity amongst women. These truths you write about here? I have been preaching them for so many years, oftentimes, to blank stares. I’m so fucking glad you are here and I love the echo. This resonates so fully with an echo in my heart and it feels mighty good. Thank you.

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- Mistress Arabella says:
  
  July 4, 2010 at 5:08 AM
  
  Thank you, Parker. Good Lord, Thank you, woman. You make my heart shine and you make me want to do the work of sharing these truths of mine evermore. Yes. Yes. Yes. You remind me of the quotation, “Share your truth, even when your voice shakes.” And that’s what we’re doing. Together. Not in competition or in sabotage, but as allies. And it’s not because we always have to agree, but because we can be in dialogue. Because we can listen. Because we can stand up and speak out. Because we remember how to hear with the ears of our spirit and the eyes of our soul. Blessings, Sistah. And so much lovin’ all over you. Real hugs, too. Lots of ‘em. xo.
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Mistress Arabella says:

June 23, 2010 at 10:40 PM

Nino, I love you endlessly. Into the skies. And I love when you plot. Looking forward to the dance! xo, Bella.

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Nino says:

June 23, 2010 at 10:07 PM

Bella, my love, this site constantly amazes and inspires me, and you yourself are a constant wonder. If I didn’t feel welcomed, accepted, and celebrated for who I am and what I do, I would not be here, LOVING ALL OVER YOU! I’ve got a few things up my sleeve for our collaboration. I need to sit and think on it for a bit first, though. I am excited though, and starting to plot.

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Mistress Arabella says:

June 23, 2010 at 8:47 PM

P.s. Nino, this is your home, too, and I want it to be filled with content that makes you feel good and amazing and wonderful. And if there’s ever a way that I can be a part of that, please please please let me know! <3

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Mistress Arabella says:

June 23, 2010 at 8:46 PM

Yes, we can totally do that. But we’ll do better than “can”. We WILL do it. Together. I love you so much. You are so sexy sassy incredible. You inspire me endlessly. Thank you thank you! Where shall we start? Email me! We can do anything from a poem to an erotica piece to a hybrid fiction/nonfiction to an article to all of the above. I adore you, womyn. You rock. So hard. xxx

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Nino says:

June 23, 2010 at 8:30 PM

Oh my god, can we do that? I would love that so much. Thank you for being the amazing womyn that you are, for writing the way you do, and for being an utterly fabulous fiery being who burns like the sun! <3s x infinity.

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Nino says:

June 23, 2010 at 6:19 PM

Arabella, how is it that you can always make my heart sing? This post is beautiful. (Can we add to that list, “Womyn whose genders were assigned male at birth?” Can we please? Transwomen need some loving and support too, and usually get neither when trying to claim their identity.)

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- Mistress Arabella says:
  
  June 23, 2010 at 6:23 PM
  
  Yes yes yes yes we can. Adding it right now. Would love to write a collaborative post with you giving trans womyn loving and support. Because you are so right, they deserve it, and they so often do not receive it. I adore you, Nino. Thank you for helping me grow into a better person every day. xox.
  
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Mistress Arabella says:

June 23, 2010 at 8:34 AM

Oh thank you so much for your comment, Damned. Now you’re the one making me cry! I agree with you wholeheartedly. It’s about sticking together, and jumping those hurdles. When one of us jumps one, we all succeed. And it’s oh-so-important that we stick together, and remember that. This post was about Womyn, and for womyn, but it holds true for men, too, of course. It holds true for all of humanity. Big hugs & kisses. xo.

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Damned says:

June 23, 2010 at 8:17 AM

I cried reading this, it is so true. If any of us overcome a hurdle we should be praised, not chastised, or belittled by someone who has done something better. Although we all have out struggles to fight against, we should unite in making them a joint mountain to climb, with the support and comradeship of other womyn we can overcome anything! Thank you Mistress Arabella, that was fantastically written xx

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