feminist myths

There is something moon soaked and dawn flavoured about her. Something kissed by the wild and loved by lightning. She looks like Artemis after a night of storm hunting. She looks like the sun as it rises after kissing the dawn.
—  Nikita Gill, Artemis Girl

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Let’s talk about Lilith, okay.

Let’s talk about how she knew from the start that she was worthy, was great, was equal to anything this new universe could throw at her, and most especially equal to Adam. Let’s talk about the way she wouldn’t compromise herself or her sexuality, wouldn’t take part in sex acts she didn’t like no matter the pressure. Let’s talk about how rather than submit she ran as fast and far as her feet could carry her, and somewhere along the way she stole the name of God like Prometheus stealing fire, the greatest secret in the universe and the biggest cheat code for reality. Let’s talk about how, when God sent angels to drag her back to Adam, she laughed in their faces and used the Name to give them the finger, to banish them from her presence. They couldn’t lay a hand on her.

Let’s talk about how she chose the greatest angel of them all for her consort—not husband, but freaking consort, and no, I’m not talking about Lucifer with his gilded wings and whiny bitchface. Lilith wasn’t interested in a baby throwing a tantrum. No, she picked Sammael, not the most beautiful but the most powerful angel of them all, the angel of Death and justice, who never Fell because God needed him too much to call him on all the shit he pulled. Let’s talk about how the most dangerous, terrifying angel in all the heavenly host fell to his knees for the first woman, loved her and adored her because he saw what she was and could not look away.

Let’s talk about how their children were monstrous but Lilith loved them anyway. Let’s talk about how she refused to abandon them or destroy them, let’s talk about how she gave each and every one its own name, and when they needed a home she had Sammael carve Hell out of the earth for her, for them, so they would always have a safe place away from God and Adam.

Let’s talk about how she heard about Eve—her replacement, her rival—and instead of being jealous sent Sammael to warn her. Let’s talk about how Lilith used her consort to send Eve the apple, to give her knowledge and self-awareness because she wanted Eve to have the same freedom Lilith had found. You don’t have to be a slave, all you are is yours.

It didn’t work, but she tried.

Let’s talk about how Lilith has been used as a warning for thousands of years, the first and best Bad Girl. Be good be quiet obey or you’ll end up just like that. Let’s talk about this woman who refused to bow her head, who told the world to fuck off and snatched immortality from between the bars of her cage, made herself more than human with nothing more than will and fire. Let’s talk about a woman who took an angel for a consort without ever giving up her sovereignty over herself, who cherished her children when others called them evil. Who built her own kingdom when Earth and Heaven didn’t want her, and rules it as an Empress.

You say I’ll end up just like her? That’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.

“You aren’t like other girls” they tell you with a smirk
They think this is a compliment
They think you will be glad
They are wrong.
It is not a compliment and it is not true
You are like other girls, you are built the same
You are the heart of Aphrodite
Love is worth fighting for
It always has been and always will be
But you won’t fight a hopeless fight
You are the brains of Athena
Filled with brilliant ideas
For crafts and war alike
And you will never let them underestimate you
You are the fire of Artemis
Burning with rage at how they treat you
Fighting back with sharp words and sharper swords
Because you cannot lose
You are the inchor of Olympus
Your veins run gold with the blood of your sisters
—  And never will they bleed you dry

I can only think of two ways to close the earnings gap between men and women. You can judge for yourself if they’re good.

  1. Pay women more than men for doing the same job, in some cases even pay women more for working less hours. 
  2. Force women by threat of prison to work specific high-paying jobs. 

One would destabilize the economy and probably have insanely negative effects on smaller businesses. The other would be a pretty obvious human rights violation and basically require a totalitarian state.

A culture fixated on female thinness is not an obsession about female beauty, but an obsession about female obedience. Dieting is the most potent political sedative in women’s history; a quietly mad population is a tractable one.
—  Naomi Wolf, The Beauty Myth

It is easy enough
to predict men’s hearts.
Cruel Perseus, who raised a sword
and whispered justified;
Medusa, who closed her eyes
and took her final revenge.

(she cannot hate the life
she was reborn to.
in death, she wields terror
reminds the world
of the cruelty of the gods.
there is a reason no one
can bare to stare the aegis
in the eye.)

—  Gorgoneion / Rishika Aggarwal © 2015
Staying ‘pure’ and 'innocent’ is touted as the greatest thing we can do. However, equating this inaction with morality not only is problematic because it continues to tie women’s ethics to our bodies, but also it downright insulting because it suggests that women can’t be moral actors. Instead, we’re defined by what we don’t do– our ethics are the ethics of passivity.
—  The Cult of Virginity - Jessica Valenti

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Look at white feminist logic. It takes a special kind of ahistorical delusion to consider your years of deliberate and calculated willful oppression as benevolence. Also peep how they view colorblind erasure as a SOLUTION. These types are so incredibly dangerous.

Teach me to wield snakes.
All it took was
a sword-blade to her neck.
The gods named her guardian
wrote her story and death.
Her poison, after all,
was never hers to use.
—  Under the Aegis of Medusa, Protectoress / Rishika Aggarwal © 2015