A catcall is entirely about reminding you that you are not yours. The purity myth is entirely about reminding you that you are not yours. The fetishization of female purity in a world where catcalls are an acceptable form of communication telegraphs one thing very clearly:
“Women, stop sexualizing yourselves—that’s our job, and you’re taking all the fun out of it.”
The sexualization of women is only appealing if it’s nonconsensual. Otherwise it’s “sluttiness,” and sluttiness is agency and agency is threatening."
— Lindy West, “Female ‘Purity’ is Bullshit” (via perfect)
I was brought up to believe that I should suspect every person I have sex with of taking advantage of me. As if I had a finite resource inside me that sex could diminish. I was taught that by allowing someone to see my naked body I was giving them a great gift. How ridiculous! My nakedness is not a gift! It is just me without clothing on! Don’t be so flattered or feel entitled by my nudity, it has nothing to do with you! I could just as easily have sex with my clothes on. Im tired of treating my body as a reward for men, of hiding it for fear of giving some old fool on the street a boner. Why do I care if he is sexualizing me? He could just as easily sexualize me dressed as undressed.
rediscovery: being sad all the time isn’t better than feeling numb all the time. they’re just different flavors of misery.