GodsGirls is woman-owned. i am under no illusion that this means they care more about women than male pornographers—women collude with patriarchy for their own personal gain all the time. women deal with internalized misogyny that is turned on other women in subtle and not-so-subtle ways. GodsGirls is a more blatant example, though i’m sure models and owners alike could come up with a myriad of excuses and justifications for what they’re doing. the female owners are in a position of power over their models, who they have convinced that they are part of a “community” and that they’re doing something “empowering.” in turn, models get the “privilege” of calling themselves “sex workers” without realizing how privileged they really are. they can do their sex work from the comfort and safety of their own homes, sheltered from the reality of what men are doing to women who are forced into direct contact with the people who would do them harm on the street or in the strip club. GodsGirls models can claim “solidarity” with these women without the risk of ever being in their position, and they can remain oblivious to the fact that they are being objectified themselves. take some DIY nude webcam shots, throw a filter on them, put your clothes back on and go to class—simple, right? i’m not so sure it is.
From Homemade Pepsi
Everybody has a backbone. The Backbone Zone is a project to help students find theirs, and to give them tools to confront gender-bullying, sexual harassment, and sexist and homophobic language when they see and hear it.
Do you have sexy questions but you don’t have access to Google, a therapist, or a close friend who isn’t a complete shithead? Send them in to Jezebel’s new sexpert, Karley Sciortino – AKA “Slutever”! The edgy name should give you a hint about the edgy content in store for you. If you’re lucky, she might not suggest you sexually assault someone!
In the first edition of “Slutever,” someone writes in concerned that facials (the kind with semen, not the kind at the spa, unless you go to one of those spas) are too degrading for women to participate in. Obviously this is a complex issue involving degradation, objectification, power dynamics, and OH JUST KIDDING you guys, don’t think about the implications of sex acts! Thinking ruins all the fun! If an act seems degrading but you like it, it’s best to just push all your negative feelings deep down inside yourself and pack it into a hard ball of self-loathing that sits inside your stomach forever.
From this thread here.
‘Agency’ has become completely meaningless under third wave feminism – ‘agency’ is so powerful it means a 13-year-old runaway engaging in survival sex on the streets isn’t really being abused, but at the same time ‘agency’ is so fragile that my mere opinions, apparently, can take that agency away.
When I hear a married woman rant about the evils of sluts out there, I tend to wonder who her husband’s been dicking.
– Amanda Marcotte, on Tina Fey
Sex positives hate women and feel threatened by women who don’t find the bulk of our validation in being desirable to men. Witty, smart women who dare to say a word against the mindless parade of slut walks and GGG-ism are especially threatening to them. I hadn’t heard this quote before, but it surprises me because of how transparent it is. There is no guile, here. Just pure misogyny and juvenile “ur jusss jelly cuz im sexxxier than u lolzzzz.” That it was directed at a woman as smart, creative, and prominent as Fey is extra shocking.
From Die Lutherin
The ease with which pro-pornography people describe porn as ‘fantasy’ shows very clearly that they don’t see the women in it being gagged/slapped/painfully penetrated as human. They talk like porn is a sexual image inside their head, instead of being basically filmed prostitution. So when a feminist says ‘I hate porn, porn is rape, porn is misogynistic’ they think she’s accusing them of a thought crime. Because the women they’re watching being abused aren’t even real to them.
Newsflash, ‘sex-positive’ people: dudes’ ugly little fantasies that get them hard don’t matter. The living, breathing women who are in front of the camera do.
From Robber Button
“Not raping people is so HOT and ROMANTIC!”
Everything that concerns women is so relentlessly sexualised that even NOT RAPING THEM is sold as being the right thing to do because it’s ~sexy~. You shouldn’t rape women because they’re human beings – but also, not raping them will give you a better orgasm! You won’t have to worry about ruining
your hardonthe mood! You’ll be getting something out of it too, you see, dudes? And ladies, you won’t have to worry about objecting to rape making you an unattractive harridan anymore!
It’s one of the most disturbing, desperate bargaining methods for better treatment I’ve seen.
Putting what amounts to ‘I love it when you don’t rape me!! :):)’ on a cutsey non-threatening t-shirt will not protect you. Seeing a sex-pozzie male ~ally~ wearing a shirt proudly declaring that he gets turned on by not raping his partners doesn’t make me trust him (don’t worry, he’d rather risk spoiling the mood than violate you! What a guy!). I haven’t seen it iced on a cupcake yet, but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time.
If you have to say this to a man, he’s already beyond saving.
From Robber Button
Hi Tina Rad Fem,
It’s really great that you liked what I wrote enough to tweet it.
It would have been great as well if you’d attributed it to me and/or linked to this blog. Radical Feminists are a marginalised group, and we build community online by connecting up different blogs/social media that we may never find otherwise (apologies if you found it elsewhere unattributed!). I want this blog to be available as a resource for anyone who is concerned about porn culture and rape culture, and is feeling isolated in the mainstream or in funfeminism, but I can’t do it all by myself!
Any readers on Twitter who can retweet with a link?
This isn’t an all out call to omg, stop shaming me. This is about realizing that pornography is oppressive to women, and most importantly, and more in-arguably the shrill defense of pornography “my personal choices” is oppressive to women and works to shut up the women who are sick of being degraded by popular porn tropes, that spill into every aspect of our lives.
It’s about being told “stop shaming my consumer choices” when there’s so often no way to tell whether or not what you’re watching is the filming of someone’s rape, or at very least, someone’s economic coercion. It’s about being told “what if nuns are empowered by lesbian nun porn, man?”
Yes. I will shame you for making watching porn your death hill. Because some things are shameful and people should feel shame about them. Yes I think wanting to make sure that feminism never makes even a slightly critical statement about the way that porn culture perpetuates rape culture is a shameful opinion to have.
Feminism is not a 24/7 validation mart, goddamn it.
Interesting article up in last weekend’s Observer, profiling the playwright Lucy Kirkwood, who has previously written plays about Greenham Common, and about sex trafficking victims being detained in Yarl’s Wood.
Her new play, NSFW is about porn culture (although neither she, nor the interviewer, use that term).
The more she has researched, the more disturbed she has become. “We are all sort of pretending it is not happening. I think 12 is the average age for boys to see their first pornography these days, but that doesn’t mean picking up a copy of Razzle from a railway siding; it is like some woman having an object shoved into her anus on a sort of high-definition film. I have a friend who is a teacher who had to leave her job because a 15-year-old boy stuck a camera up her skirt and put it online.
“Boys are being force-fed this very plastic sexuality on a mass scale. It is not something they have found for themselves in a way. There is no discovery. The internet says, you know, ‘The rest of your life you will find enormous boobs out there.’ The question is how do you kind of reboot from that position?”
Her play aims to highlight some of the implications of that question, without attempting conclusions. “I don’t think the play offers any solutions,” she says. “It tries to suggest love as a thing to cling to when everything else is being eroded. But of course I don’t have any answers; none of us does.”