I’m here. Just in case you were wondering. I haven’t been around (blog-wise) much, even if I wanted to. There were a couple of things I was sorting out (emotionally and mentally). But I felt like coming here, for some reason, and … out of old (and I mean Circa 2004) habit, just … typing away. How have you been these days? I hope you know how happy I am you’re still here, and that
A little over a month ago, I started deleting photos of myself in a Bikini from my Instagram account. I became uncomfortable when an acquaintance tagged a friend of his (who I don’t even know) in one of my beach photos. I know people lurk all the time, so this shouldn’t come as a shocker, but it was a wake-up call.
Then the “BRA INCIDENT” happened, which triggered a lot of feelings, and was an even worse wake-up call. I proceeded to delete almost all of my beach and workout photos, except the ones taken reasonably far away.
We are all fighting for our right to express ourselves in whichever way we see fit without the fear of being generalised and labeled, without fear of harassment. I was once a soldier of this cause, and I still am — only I’ve decided to take a different approach.
(artwork by Lemon Sucker)
Oh, to be a Woman. To be vulnerable.
Regardless of our strength, we will always be seen as the weaker sex. We will always be the one taken advantage of.
When a Man is characteristically described as “Feminine”, it is oftentimes seen negatively, also making them vulnerable, because they are seen as weak.
I know everyone is prone to harassment, don’t get me wrong. But we all know this : If you have a Vagina, you are pretty much doomed.
Dare I even try to write about Philippine Politics. It was my first course in College, by the way : I was a Political Science student for a year and a half before I shifted to Broadcast Journalism. I had a fun ride with PolSci, I would never regret taking it. Learned a few things (which I definitely forgot), but I don’t think you have to be a PolSci student just so you could have a valid opinion on this whole … Is there even a word for it? “Madness” doesn’t seem to cover it anymore.
One of my favourite writers, Nour, wrote an entry about Women, and Women’s Bodies recently. Her writing always strikes, and stays with me. This particular one surely will. I’d quote the whole post but this entry is already long, so here’s an excerpt :
(I would like to apologise to all the Umbridge fans out there – I know you exist.)
I hate hate, and haters. What a way to start this. It’s one thing to be opinionated, and another to be a complete asshole about it (funnily, where people like that should shove their opinions lelz). Haters and Bullies go hand in hand.
Now that we’re here, I immediately regret wanting to post hate-related shit because I have A LOT OF FEELINGS about it and I don’t know where to begin and how to categorise them. You know, like your Lingerie (because you can wear crappy pambahays and wear lacey, come hither, rip me off underthings so you can’t really place them in the “wear on a date with David Beckham” lingerie tray, you can’t place them in the “wear if you’re feeling crappy” lingerie tray, and not even in the “wear while watching the VS Show” lingerie tray. In real life, I don’t have these actual trays yet … but I will). If that made sense to you, congratulations.
Okay, so getting all this out of the way. ENOUGH RANDOM TALK, ABUDAB, get to it.
Bear with me – this is one long ass entry. I won’t blame you for not wanting to read the whole thing, but it felt really good typing it.
I don’t hate people. And it’s not that I don’t like being around the … okay that’s a lie. I generally don’t, but before you say anything, it’s … well, it’s just who I’ve become.
I didn’t really understand it then, you know? I’d think I was just being moody. I’d think it was just one of those days. I no longer felt the need to go out and I no longer felt the need to constantly meet new people.
At first I thought it was because of my depression (well, sometimes, it is), it didn’t really dawn on me that I was just evolving to be a full-on introvert (I used to be an Ambivert, see).
Oh man, Introverts are awesome. Throw me a Welcoming Party, you beautiful weirdos! I’m one of you!