thedailyhavis:

maybe hating men doesn’t make me feel better because it makes me think about how different my life would be if it weren’t for the shittiness of patriarchy [italicized because i feel silly even typing this sentence]. but the fact of the matter is that i have to stop myself from keeping a running tally of how much i’d be making if there weren’t a gendered wage gap (and i’m white).

if i were a cis male, i wouldn’t hate my body. i wouldn’t treat it like garbage. i wouldn’t worry about the fact that it’s evil and consumptive, that the very fact of its taking up space is its own condemnation.

if i were a cis male, i would have more $ and have had more opportunities. maybe i wouldn’t have contracted & suffered as many illnesses and injuries at low-paying “women’s work” type jobs that were managed by pigs who would fuck you over (not paying or not providing workers’ comp or putting you at risk of serious injury to save time/money, canning you for being problematic, hiring dangerous fucks to take care of vulnerable people) if they weren’t just plain trying to fuck you.

if i were a cis male, maybe i would have been strong enough to murder the men who have hurt my sisters, who have hurt my mother. if i were a cis male, my dad would not only still associate with me, he would also love me (granted, i would have to be str8 to earn this luv, so, yeah….). if i were a cis male, maybe my mom wouldn’t have felt as obligated to stay with men who didn’t treat her, or my sisters, like the diamonds they are.

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these stupid, selfish rants are at least useful in that they make me take into account the other things, like my whiteness, that already give me advantages over other non cis male people. what’s the point of lamenting the inequity if it only applies to me? i guess it’s a way of letting off steam. but one day i really should put that energy into something constructive. like murdering a rapist.