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.