May 15, 2013
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Why Society Still Needs Feminism

Because to men, a key is a device to open something. For women, it’s a weapon we hold between our fingers when we’re walking alone at night.

Because the biggest insult for a guy is to be called a “pussy,” a “little bitch” or a “girl.” From here on out, being called a “pussy” is an effing badge of honor.

Because last month, my politics professor asked the class if women should have equal representation in the Supreme Court, and only three out of 42 people raised their hands.

Because rape jokes are still a thing.

Because despite being equally broke college kids, guys are still expected to pay for dates, drinks and flowers.

Because as a legit student group, Campus Fellowship does not allow women to lead anything involving men. Look, I know Eve was dumb about the whole apple and snake thing, but I think we can agree having a vagina does not directly impact your ability to lead a
college organization.

Because it’s assumed that if you are nice to a girl, she owes you sex — therefore, if she turns you down, she’s a bitch who’s put you in the “friend zone.” Sorry, bro, women are not machines you put kindness coins into until sex falls out.

Because only 29 percent of American women identify as feminist, and in the words of author Caitlin Moran, “What part of ‘liberation for women’ is not for you? Is it freedom to vote? The right not to be owned by the man you marry? The campaign for equal pay? Did all that good shit get on your nerves? Or were you just drunk at the time
of the survey?”

Because when people hear the term feminist, they honestly think of women burning bras. Dude, have you ever bought a bra? No one would burn them because they’re freaking
expensive.

Because Rush Limbaugh.

Because we now have a record number of women in the Senate … which is a measly 20 out of 100. Congrats, USA, we’ve gone up to 78th place for women’s political representation, still below China, Rwanda and Iraq.

Because recently I had a discussion with a couple of well-meaning Drake University guys, and they literally could not fathom how catcalling a woman walking down University Avenue is creepy and sexist.
Could. Not. Fathom.

Because on average, the tenured male professors at Drake make more than the tenured female professors.

Because more people on campus complain about chalked statistics regarding sexual assault than complain about the existence of sexual assault. Priorities? Have them.

Because 138 House Republicans voted against the Violence Against Women Act. All 138 felt it shouldn’t provide support for Native women, LGBT people or immigrant women. I’m kind of confused by this, because I thought LGBT people and women of color were also human beings.
Weird, right?

Because a girl was roofied last semester at a local campus bar, and I heard someone say they think she should have been more careful. Being drugged is her fault, not the fault of the person who put drugs in her drink?

Because Chris Brown beat Rihanna so badly she was hospitalized, yet he still has fans and bestselling songs and a tattoo of an abused woman on his neck.

Because out of 7 billion people on the planet, more than 1 billion women will be raped or beaten in their lifetimes. Women and girls have their clitorises cut out, acid thrown on them and broken bottles shoved up them as an act of war. Every second of every day. Every corner of the Earth.

Because the other day, another friend of mine told me she was raped, and I can no longer count on both my hands the number of friends who have told me they’ve been sexually assaulted. Words can’t express how scared I am that I’m getting used to this.

Because a brief survey of reality will tell you that we do not live in a world that values all people equally and that sucks in real, very scary ways. Because you know we live in a sexist world when an awesome thing with the name “feminism” has a weird connotation. Because if I have kids someday, I want my son to be able to have emotions and play dress up, and I want my daughter to climb trees and care more about what’s in her head than what’s on it. Because I don’t want her to carry keys between her fingers at night to
protect herself.

Because feminism is for everybody, and this is your official invitation.

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Caitlin O’Donnell, Drake University. (via on-another-note)

May 14, 2013
Infinite Separation*

You want to know a strange thought?

I wish I was the sickness that afflicted you,

You would’ve loathed me,

Fought me,

Hated me,

Gotten over me,

But for that brief a moment,

I would’ve been that much closer to you,

Than I can ever be.

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May 11, 2013
Meaning*

Eating…

Eating things I like never felt so good,

Until I realized I’m yours,

Drinking water that tasted like the iron alloy pipes they run through,

Never felt so good,

Until I realized I’m yours,

Sleeping on a couch…

Fucking someone I only met once…

Never felt so good…

Until I realized I’m yours,

And that every atom in my body wants you,

Knows you,

Knows that all it ever wants is to be something,

That if it’s only a afterthought to you,

My existence would have the meaning that it deserves…

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May 8, 2013
All Powerful*

The walls,

They have your face etched on them,

Or it’s my pupils,

Or maybe it’s the memory that refuses to fade,

It’s been so many days since my eyes satiated their thirst for you,

So many days since my ears heard the music that your lips play,

Days,

That become weeks,

And months,

And years,

Or hours,

Minutes,

And seconds,

Time is relative, my love,

It is but at the whim of how you wish it be spent on me,

So command it,

Like you determine the course of my suffering.

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May 8, 2013
The Night of Guilt*

I hurt for you,

My chest,

Like a bellows that pumps lava,

burns for you,

For a word,

A word that you’d speak to me,

That is true,

And of that language that I’m used to,

I feel like that iron dust that’s chipped off when it’s hammered,

I’ll never feel your blows again,

Nor will I make it to the cold waters of your embrace,

This crime that I’m guilty of,

Deserved such punishment,

I knew,

And yet,

I’ve accepted it,

O, how long the night of guilt,

How warm the pain of this separation…

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May 8, 2013
I see you,

I see you,

And I see through you,

Just as you see through me,

But sometimes to acknowledge is a mistake,

To want is a crime,

And to have is the end,

Be like the butterfly that hovers,

And leaves,

Flowers only bloom for a season,

By next year,

There’ll be another spring…

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May 5, 2013
Exclusivity*

I’d rather…

Imagine your voice,

Than hear it,

Stare at your picture,

Than see you,

Melt at your thought,

Than at your feet…

They say being apart destroys love,

But, my love,

Having you this way,

All to myself,

Always present behind my closed eyelids,

Is better than having to share you,

Even with myself.

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April 23, 2013
I’ll Wait,

I’m far,

Farther than that place where the warmth of your breath could reach me,

Or the probing of your gaze could make me shy,

I’m so far,

Farther than that place where the music of your voice,

Makes madmen of the sane,

So far,

That the smell of home,

Of you,

Will disappear,

Farther still,

I have to go,

So far that even the wish of being with you won’t grasp my imagination,

And when I’ve reached that far,

I’ll wait,

Will you come?

April 23, 2013
Snow

Beyond the mountains,

There is a place,

Where my soul rests,

Bound in chains made out of memories,

And between me and the mountain,

Is a long sea of time,

And I don’t even know how to swim,

But if I could cross that sea,

And climb that mountain,

And unbound my soul from those chains,

Life would become more meaningless than it is now,

So I’ll just stare at those peaks,

And keep wondering when the snows will melt,

At least that’s a beautiful sight to behold.

April 23, 2013
A Day

Of all that is,

And all there will be,

I want a day,

And in that day,

I want you to tell me that everything is okay,

That the fear,

The hurt,

The guilt,

The longing,

O, the longing,

Especially the longing,

Is no more,

In on that day,

We shall talk as equals,

About how much I would like to be loved.

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