I should get that on a T-Shirt or something.
My good friend Annie the Scot is a bit of a feminist. She has a slight tendency for bra burning and going on marches, and this weekend she was determined to get her ass down to my neighbourhood for the Slut Walk which (if you have been living under a rock) happened today in central London.
I’ll admit, I was sceptical. I don’t generally go in for these protest type things, as I don’t think they actually do that much good very often, and usually end in violence and graffiti (bloody student fee protests anyone? That was a fun journey home from work wasn’t it?), but since she is rather persuasive and kind of scary, I let her drag me along.
I’m not a rape victim, and as you know I generally have a pretty crass attitude towards sex and debauchery, but I am a woman living in a big scary city and I do walk home at 2am by myself and I have got a pretty impressive amount of cleavage that earns me more than my share of sleazey comments. For anyone (such as that policeman dude in Canada) to imply that a woman should dress like a dowdy frumpster to avoid getting violated by some creep in a dark alley or for politians (*cough* Ken Clarke *splutter* dickhead) to try to define the specifics of rape as ‘classic’ or ‘serious’ as opposed to, you know un-serious, it would make any woman throw on some fishnets and take to the streets.
“However I dress, wherever I go, yes means yes and no means no”
Pretty fucking straight forward, rapists of the world. One syllable. No.
This was my first protest – I’m not exactly gonna make a habit of it (cos, you know, I have a job) but it was oddly liberating to march from Hyde Park Corner all the way down to Piccadilly, down Haymarket and into Trafalgar Square, belting out the odd chant and spotting the best slogans with Annie the Scot and her MENTAL mates.
Is it wrong to have a #whatimwearing moment right now? Because I rocked the Slut Walk in double denim and a hot pink bikini, and let me tell you, wedges were not exactly designed for protest marches…
Mind you, when it got to Trafalgar Square, things got a tad… preachy. Amid all the man-hating and occasional mild racism (weird but true) the absolute HIGHLIGHT for me was an amazing poem read (and possibly written?) by Caitlyn (Hayward – I think?) who I believe also blogs and whatnot here. Passionate and clearly a frickin genius for playing what looked like a pretty huge part in the event organisation, she’s the kind of woman who speaks with a voice for all women. Well done lady.
All in all, an electric atmosphere with more than 3000 people (not just women) in varying states of undress marching their fabulous way through London and demanding to be paid some attention. Let’s hope it actually does something. I lasted until about 4pm, but then the glamorous West End called me into action and I had to run away to work. Annie the Scot is still there I believe, determined to start some kind of hippie style sit in. I may stop by later with starbucks…
Sluts of London – we rocked it. I salute you.
RitziCx
I wonder if you gals ever think about us guys. If we want to wear a speedo bathing suit (that shows more than it conceals) on a hot day, I doubt you would say, yeah, free expression. I am certain some gal would say we were trying to ‘advertise’ something. Having said that, I find it entirely stupid that so many people put a sexual motive onto every action. The gal wears what she wants to wear. What she wears does NOT make her sexy. What makes her “sexy” is the way she lives life and her personality. One of the “sexiest” gals I ever saw was on a TV cooking show in the states. I think the show was called “Americas Test Kitchen” and I think she was baking cranberry muffins. Oh she was soooooooooooo HOT. And she had hardly anything exposed. It was just the way she talked and the way she did her thing and she was so comfortable to be around. She was not superficial, she was real and you felt you could live the rest of your natural life with her. Now that is SEXY. Good for you. I have been in protest marches before, especially about things I believe in.
What hurts me the most seems to be what guys do to gals.
And I think some gals to guys.
Mates, we need to respect each other and find beauty in each other.
As far as a man is concerned, he is essentially the same as Adam was when he first saw Eve. We are overwhelmed by how those soft curves flow and your smile and the tone of your voice. We see and we hear and we just plain melt. You touch us tenderly, and we have transformed into water and have no resistance at all.
That doe snot mean we are weak. It does mean that in our minds we can not conceive of anything better than you, and we are so happy that you seem to like us. We are expecting it is a dream and we will wake up in wet sheets and it will all be an illusion, a memory.
BUT there are still neanderthals around that think with the thing that flops between their legs. No brains, no appreciation, nothing but the blood is flowing so lets F*#@K. I can not see how they can get any enjoyment out of an act that is not a coordinated and mutual activity such as dancing an intricate dance (like a classical fox-trot or tango or full wlatz).
True sexual intercourse, I mean naked in bed (or somewhere mutual) is an agreed upon activity. It is like a partnership.
And a hint to the neanderthals out there, doing any activity with a gal can be almost as exciting. Doing anything together has the same constant communications and agreements that sexual activity would have, and so it is super sexy when a gal and a guy do things together. If we can do non-sexual things together and REALLY enjoy each others company. We can find that when sexual intercourse does happen, it is an extension of these deep interpersonal interactions. And likewise, the continuations of those deep interpersonal interactions outside of sexual intercourse in the daily life with a lady your really like (like a close friendship) sort of extends the intimacy of sexual intercourse throughout life.
It is sort of like a “forplay” , hot sex, and then really steamy and enjoyable “afterplay”, that can take up a good deal of life.
What I am saying is that it is not the close you wear, but it is the interactions with another person that makes a gal “sexy” to most of us guys. Or at least that is my opinion.
I have never gotten married, and most probably never will. I am almost 70 years old and my Dad was very abusive to my Mom and I. And I have NEVER wanted to be that way towards a lady I loved or a child I had care of. Better for me to live alone than to hurt the life of a person I have loved. I had epilepsy when I was younger and throughout most of my life, until I was over 50, the doctors were trying to make certain I did not date because if I did I might like someone and she might want to marry me and if we did we might want to have children and if we did my genes would “weaken the gene pool”. Hence I have just appreciated and loved you all from a distance. If something started to develop, I would try to “cool it down” or lie so she would think I had done something bad and want to leave me.
I hurts that females are not a respected as they should be. I think part of it is a male thing when they realize how much they love and appreciate some gal and think, therefore, she has to much “power” over them. So they react by treating her badly. These are entirely stupid men that most women should not even bother to give “the time of day”.
I have said enough. Just came across your site and am so proud of you for gathering together with others to try and say to men, look at our hearts and minds, not what we are wearing.
As far as that goes.
I really like talking with very, very pretty women.
When others are not around and she understands I am really wanting to know what she thinks and feels about things. Wow, what great things I hear of . What very, very intelligent analyses of life and the solutions to provide a better life for all.
Don’t know what it is. But often people do not think that very pretty girls know anything. These females often have a better grasp of life and are not so easily fooled by appearances, probably because they know how others view them.
In fact, when I get a chance to talk with just about any lady, I really enjoy the conversation. Especially when we are alone and she does not think others are watching and hearing what she has to say so she does not have to speak in some sort of a “role” or live up to someone’s expectations. This could be in a very large crowd or a big restaurant or a park or a mall, anywhere that she feels safe and that her every move is not being watched.
Maybe, just thought of this, that is why gals like to go to shopping malls, maybe the feel they are not being watched or “on display” for everyone to watch and comment on everything she does, she and her friends can just sort of “meld into” the crowd. Don’t know but it is a thought.
Must go and get something else done this morning in the US. I am at the computer as I have been very sick and the Doctor has me staying in the apartment and taking anti-biotics. She is a good Doctor and tries to do the best for me. We tried to go out on a date once, but it was a disaster. She wanted me to be ll forceful and sort of boss her around that day. I need to know a lady wants that ahead of time if I am going to play that role. Otherwise I do not like to treat a woman other than God’s special gift to improve mankind. Sot of the way Adam saw Eve when he awoke. A definite WOW!
Enough of my talk. I am so proud of you. God Bless you !!!
Charlie.