When the morning ended we both drank,
Me milk with cinnamon and you black tea.
I suckled upon the milk like it was the milk of my own breast,
And you poured the tea down your throat like it was our past,
Guzzling together we began to forget.
Alone, with him,
he creates a vast
drawing of me-
‘Hymen to Scale’
he calls it,
and hangs it
on our wall.
- Not feminism: Oh my God, that woman is wearing make-up and high heels! She can't be a feminist. She's just adhering to the patriarchal expectations of femininity! What a traitor to her gender.
- Not feminism: I hate men! Women are so much better than men! All men are rapists and we don't need their help! Men are just there to oppress us and keep us down! Women are the superior gender.
- Not feminism: You're giving up your career to have a baby? You're being dictated to by a man! That's the wrong choice! You've slept with twenty men? Wow, way to show that you have no respect for yourself.
- Feminism: Women and men are equal. No-one should be discriminated against on the basis of their gender. Women have the right to decide how to live their life, how to dress, what to do with their body and who to love.
On the 27th of March I am donating ten inches of hair to The Little Princess Trust who make real hair wigs for children suffering hair loss. Most wigs go to chemotherapy patients but are also provided for other conditions like alopecia.
If you want to obtain a wig or donate click the link below.
I will be posting before and after pics!
This is when you know you have awesome friends! Go Becci :) xx
The complete Senbazuru will be exhibited in the Platform exhibition at Trerise Gallery in Plymouth until Sunday.
After that it will be hung up outside and allowed to disintegrate in the elements, releasing its good wishes for the world into the ether.
Images of its degeneration will be posted here daily
A must see!
I was dreaming of those Elizabethan girls
While you were working in the market to earn ourselves
And when you found out what happened yesterday
While you were away in this land of Cain
We were upstairs in the bedroom dancing disgusting
And flushing our babies down the drain
—The Myth of Trust - Billy Bragg