A thread of our own- misogyny (Part 1)

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Way to take a bold stance on… whatever it is he’s referring to. So brave. /s

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This is about the Texas abortion law. He refuses to comment after Abbott said the law will have no effect on business.
In other words, the shit weasel Musk doesn’t care about women’s rights.

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This. He definitely is no muskrat.

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Big surprise, there.

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Remember folks, ultra-conservative politicians are equally culpable under this law, so besides sabotaging their hotline, we need to be watching them very closely for suspicious activity relating to abortions. As you know, projection is strong with these folks. Make their laws bite them in their own asses.

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Wow, McSweeney’s aggregated 'em into this 2018 list:

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I found this and it’s relevant:

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You misunderstand! “Monster” just means “something that monsts!”

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I hear there’s a bounty on my womb.
A high price in the currency
of power and control.
In the currency
of violence
and cowardice.

You want to make a home in this body.
Penetrate it with your power and lust
and demand I carry the seed you’ve planted
pretending to protect the sacred
when we both know
your concern is for birth
and not for life.
I’ve seen the way you watch
as young mouths go unfed
as young arms are torn from their mother’s embrace
as young bodies are raped and ravaged and locked away
in the land of the free
and home of the brave.

You read me ghost stories
from the good book
about purity
and innocence
and all the ways my body is wrong
and all the ways my body does not belong to me.
But I prefer different fairy tales.
The ones that were woven from an
ancient mother’s womb
whispered to her from deep in the earth.
The ones that teach me
that I am fire and water
that I am land and thunder
that I am holy and sacred
that I am the great creator and destroyer
that I belong to me
and only me
and I alone
will decide.

I hear there’s a bounty on my womb
but you seem to forget
that I am the huntress
and I can smell the fear
dripping from your cowardly words
and I dare you to try and hold my fire
in your bare, trembling hands.

  • Poem by Gina Puorro

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Damn, that is powerful stuff. Excellent writing, excellent channeling of rage. I love it.

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