Please understand this text both literally and as a complicated metaphor. If anyone wants clarification or explanation of a layer or layers of nuance, do ask. I’m sure I’ll get around to it someday anyway, but in the meantime: what I wish could be the text of my Stop Porn Culture Conference speech on class radicals, radical feminists, radical feminism, class, and radicalism.
The third wave might be frightened of being seen as manhaters, but I’m not third wave. Men are shit. Money is shit. If you will side with men or money over yourself or other women, you are shit. At the very least, you are not an ally.
Any revolutionary movement that still thinks porn is okay, that human trafficking is acceptable, that abuse and use of women can go unnoticed, is not revolutionary, and if they succeed in revolt they can feel free to put me against the wall in the first round — because I’d rather die with some measure of dignity than live like that.
Because living like that is no different from living like this.
And if any revolutionary movement also still deems it acceptable to keep a class of women in service to other women, then they can go ahead, but they’d better not expect me to clean their fucking goddamned toilets.