Posted by: hellonhairylegs | January 16, 2009

Sorry, I’m Busy Not Existing, Be Back Later

I am reminded that in many ways, I don’t exist. Hairy-legged lesbian feminists don’t really exist (Say HHL the HLL ten times fast) in fun feminist circles, or if they do they should be shooed under the carpet so that teh menz can like feminists. I’m not too surprised at this, because according to a lot of popular culture lesbians don’t exist at all (or if they do, they are just making out with a girl while waiting for a penis to come along). Lesbians are mythical creatures that movie writers make jokes at the expense of, because we obviously aren’t part of the intended audience if the implication that a character is a lesbian is insulting and/or funny. Which brings me to the most glaring omission of them yet; that in some circles women don’t exist except as robots for fucking (and despite the reputation of men as being good at science, they don’t realise that some of these robots can’t actually exist in real life, due to little things like biology and physics).

We are the in the Age of Man; preferably a heterosexual white man with more muscles that most oceans (and there goes my bad pun limit for 2009). I’ll write about not existing in marriage traditions once I feel less insubstantial. Have a Feministy Friday.



  1. I think you’ve said it all there. I suppose, seeing as you don’t exist, it would be a bad time to wish you a happy blogoversary.

  2. Thanks Chally! I didn’t even remember. 🙂

  3. You’re very welcome and all the best for the coming year.

  4. This depilitating feminist envies your moxie, and wishes she could decolonize her mind to the extent that the hairy-legged lesbians have. Instead of trying to distance themselves, all the sexayfunfeminists should be taking some pointers and thanking you for bearing the full brunt of the risk for deviating from fascist patriarchal beauty standards.

    Congratulations on your blogaversary. Keep it coming- you’re seriously badass!

  5. Yes, I am a figment of my own imagination as well. I wonder what it means that I, a woman who doesn’t exist, is talking online to you, another woman who doesn’t exist, very strange that.

  6. That makes three of us Allecto. The situation is becoming positively surreal…..

    NB the reason we don’t exist is that we’re not kewl and edgy. And if people see us (especially when unaccompanied by men) they will get a bad opinion of feminists and it will be bad PR for feminism as a whole. Apparently.

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