en frappant la terre, elles accélèrent leurs mouvements
There is a woman with light flooding from her eyes. She lies flat on a rough cot in a long-forgotten block in a deserted town. "American West", "Russian Siberia", it does not matter. Empirical dust, empire's folly. Only the people are forgotten and States feast on their crumbling corpses. I don't know how to stop the light. No one has come into the room for a long time. I can't stop the bloodied stream, not even with the hand of a man.
When the woman was still a girl she was stripped of that distinction. We are not all stripped of that distinction at a significant point in our lives, for others, it is a long process of violence. Of violation. Sometimes of violets. And yet for the States, their girls prance as girls until death. They are not women, they are of their class. And yet they are still woman.
Lesbianism is not safety. I was born a Lesbian and was still stripped, forced, fucked. I will always carry a violet. I was only barely six years old. It is not safety. Lesbianism doesn't protect you from being raped. The men do not care.
Somewhere a powerful man draws a picture of a naked young WOMAN (a child. A child.) She is a girl and is not supposed to be a slave but she is. No one cares. A powerful man may do as he pleases and it is the most disgusting concept and it is what has laid the basis of this wretched world. A man with power can do whatever he wants in this world. Men with power have the most reprehensible urges.
WOMAN is not PERSON so there is nothing WOMAN can do to protect itself. Nothing except being dangerous. There is nothing WOMAN can do to protect itself except through violence. Thus it is not a cycle. WOMAN protecting itself is not part of a "violent cycle". This is a result of MEN. I carry no obligation to stop a cycle that does not circle fully around. WOMAN does not lie at the beginning of anything that can be systematically continued. It is a straight line and at one end is death.
Man, WOMAN, death.
I do not owe a man anything in this world. I will not be polite nor cordial. To men my identity, what I express, my politics, the color of my soul, none of it matters. For years I have tried to make peace and become an upstanding part of society. Every day I am a part of society, willingly partaking in "dialogue" and "academics". And I excel, I continue to excel. But every passing day I continue to understand that there is nothing I can do in this world that will put me on the same moral upstanding as a male. I am a 17 year old Lesbian female that is too radical, too obfuscated, too Marxist, too opinionated, too squeaky, too loud. I will never be anything more than a small Asian female that talks too much for her own good. Who is easy to physically overpower. Who is not a threat because she is too weak. Who is easy to corner in a dorm room. Who is easy to fuck. Nothing has radicalized me more than dialogue and its disgusting aftermath. I have no owing to end something I did not start peacefully. There is only one solution and it is to tear a hole in whatever this has become.