"In the sexual-liberation movement of the sixties, its ideology and practice, neither force nor the subordinate status of women was an issue. It was assumed that—unrepressed—everyone wanted intercourse all the time (men, of course, had other important things to do; women had no legitimate reason not to want to be fucked); and it was assumed that in women an aversion to intercourse, or not climaxing from intercourse, or not wanting intercourse at a particular time or with a particular man, or wanting fewer partners than were available, or getting tired, or being cross, were all signs of and proof of sexual repression. Fucking per se was freedom per se."
Andrea Dworkin on the so called “Sexual Revolution” that was heralded by and for males. They brainwashed women and even girls into believing that being a fucktoy and masturbatory aid for males was “empowerful”. Women’s liberation could only be realized through heterosexual fucking and by pornifying women and mainstream culture. Ladies, if you don’t want to fuck guys and transform yourself into a pornographic fantasy, then you’re “anti-feminist”, a “prude”, a “rightwing puritan” and you “hate” women’s sexual freedom. “Fuck us, wear this fetish outfit, flaunt your bare tits during “feminist” protests, grind a stripper pole, let a dude cum in your eye or else”— that’s the “Sexual Revolution’s” mantra. And liberal, sex-pozzie, Third Wave, “choice-feminists” bought into this dick-centric, rapey, pornographic narrative and peddled it as “female sexual empowerment”, doing the Heteropatriarchy’s work for them and corrupting feminism and the women’s liberation movement. Handmaidens of the Heteropatriarchy and porn-sick males. (via the-uncensored-she)
"Why do men feel threatened by women?” I asked a male friend of mine. (I love that wonderful rhetorical device, “a male friend of mine.” It’s often used by female journalists when they want to say something particularly bitchy but don’t want to be held responsible for it themselves. It also lets people know that you do have male friends, that you aren’t one of those fire-breathing mythical monsters, The Radical Feminists, who walk around with little pairs of scissors and kick men in the shins if they open doors for you. “A male friend of mine” also gives—let us admit it—a certain weight to the opinions expressed.) So this male friend of mine, who does by the way exist, conveniently entered into the following dialogue. “I mean,” I said, “men are bigger, most of the time, they can run faster, strangle better, and they have on the average a lot more money and power.” “They’re afraid women will laugh at them,” he said. “Undercut their world view.” Then I asked some women students in a quickie poetry seminar I was giving, “Why do women feel threatened by men?” “They’re afraid of being killed,” they said."
Margaret Atwood, Second Words: Selected Critical Prose (1983), pg. 413. (via bydbach)
You’ve probably heard the punchline before, but here’s the full context for the quote. (via muffinw)