An Inconvenient Woman/Contributor
A little outside our normal range of topics, but it needed to be said:
I am an inconvenient woman. I won’t lie down and lick the balls of the men they say are feminist, so I must be ignored.
I am an inconvenient woman. I will not use my sex as a weapon to draw attention to my work, preferring it to stand on its own merits. Therefore I must not be a woman.
I am an inconvenient woman. I have a husband, and I’m not afraid to show him off, even when he’s being masculine. Therefore I must be a gay man (for I am not allowed to be a woman, and prefer males).
I am an inconvenient woman. I enjoy dressing up and then I don’t slap or scold those who look at me and find me good to see. Therefore I am a traitor to my gender.
I am an inconvenient woman. I have been barefoot, pregnant, in the kitchen not only once, but many times. And I liked it! Therefore I am anti-feminist.
I am an inconvenient woman. I have been sinned against and abused by men, but I refuse to take up the torch of victimhood. I will not denounce and renounce all men, therefore I am a man, myself.
I am an inconvenient woman. I have stood in defense of men when they were bombarded with ludicrous accusations, and have claimed to love and be loved by my father, son, and husband, not to mention friends. Thus, I am ignored as a woman.
I am an inconvenient woman. I defy the narrative and refuse to allow myself to become a pawn in a battle I did not choose. But when provoked beyond all reason, ignored, repudiated, and denied, hear me: I am a woman!
I am not a heterosexual white man. I am not an angry white man. I am not racist or misogynist. No matter how many times you repeat it, it will not make it true, and I will not go away. I stand here still, with those like me, looking at you and repeating: I am an inconvenient woman.