Cranky Fat Feminist Speaks

liberal feminist from the south who ran away to college in the mid-west, and quickly retreated back after my four years were up. trying to save the world one picture book at a time; attempting to live healthier to lose weight, but without giving up beer. challenging the idea that “big is beautiful” as well as what I’ve learned and experienced about women, gender, and feminism from my time in college as well as my time in West Africa. pissed about the apathy of the world, ready to create change one mind at a time.

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Friday, November 2, 2012

[feminist] confession

Question: Why are you so passionate about women's rights, sexual victim's rights, and reproductive rights? You've never been raped or assaulted, you've never had an abortion, you've never been abused.

I have three best girlfriends. Among the three there have been two abortions, and two miscarriages. Today, two are married, one has two children and the other is expecting her first in a few weeks. The other is now happily single. I was the secret-keeper, the advice-giver, the voice and body of control and compassion. I've waited impatiently for pregnancy test results to show up in the tiny ambiguous window, I've seen how heart-wrenching the choice to have an abortion can be, I've seen how painful and confusing a miscarriage is.
My little sister was fourteen (I was nearly seventeen) when she was suddenly delivered home one Sunday afternoon by her then-best friend and her mother-- they pulled up in front of our house after calling to say she was sick, they opened the sliding side door of the mini-van, and my father and I pulled out a limp, wet, stinking child in a bikini. My father and I carried her up the stairs into the front yard as my mother called doctors to see why she was foaming at the mouth. I held my sister as she half-consciously rested against a tree, making sure she vomited to the side and not on herself, as my father went back down to the van to find out what had happened. The only answer they could give was that the bff and my sister had been at a guy's house, my sister had been drinking, and all of a sudden when they left she began puking. We live in a corner house, so we moved my sister around to the backyard, trying not to be seen as her breasts hung out of the bikini and she slipped in and out of consciousness. Eventually we laid her in a reclining pool chair that we had found a few weeks before on the side of the road, and hosed her down. She rambled on and on incoherently while smelling like a distillery.

Sometimes its really hard for me to forgive her stupidity, her choice of friends, her bad decisions. But she never in a million years deserved to have her drink spiked, her best friend turn her back on her, and to be drug up a flight of stairs and locked in a boy's bedroom while she was in and out of consciousness, and then to be slid back down the stairs and drug down the street to another house where my parents were called. What a sick power play, that this same boy has done many times over in our city since then-- his family has a great lawyer, and he has never even been brought into the courthouse for questioning, much less prosecution.

The evening after, my parents sat my sister down in the living room for a talk, and I was sent into the backyard. A bit later one of them came out and announced they were going to the ER and I couldn't come. They were gone about six hours, during which my sister had an incredibly painful and invasive rape kit that was never analyzed. She was questioned by several police officers who talked down to her. The doctors said that she definitely had something fucked up in her drink (how else could you foam at the mouth like a rabid dog?), but that it had already left her system and there was nothing they could do.

Since there was no stray hair, no sperm, no sexual evidence, there was no "proof" that she had been raped.

Since we didn't realize she had been raped when she arrived home that afternoon, and she was incapable of telling us, we didn't get her tested for drugs in time for there to be "proof" of that either.

When my father was five his father died of a heart attack. His older brother began sexually abusing him as a form of power... by the age of ten my father was able to fight back, and he turned on their little sister. When my sister was raped, my father nearly lost his mind. 

Who gets to dictate what is rape, who gets to dictate when and why women have abortions? Why is this a political topic of discussion? These are lifelong traumas, lifelong decisions-- these are personal traumas, personal decisions. I chose to run away from the south to go to school in the mid-west. But you can't run away from your past. So I am fighting for my future-- to keep my personal decisions, my personal traumas, personal. So that it can be my decision to press charges, my decision to have an abortion, and not someone else's.


  1. I'm passionate about women's rights, sexual victim's rights, and reproductive rights because it's the right thing to do... And I'm a male, so I'll never be directly affected by any of this, but I have a mother, aunts, sisters, ex-wives, a current wife, daughters, and many female friends... It's just simply the right thing to do to protect the health - physical and mental - of the ladies that I know and love.

  2. Rich - you're exactly the sort of man we need out there being vocal. It's so hard sometimes to hear all the misogynistic voices, and without those counter voices like yours, it'd be much worse. Thanks!

  3. Thank you for the things you write about and things you bring into the spot light. I have been through many things in my 31 years of life and I never had the courage to speak up. As a child I was taught not to have a opinion and keep my mouth shut. When I became an adult it just stuck. I am working on myself to learn how to use my words and speak up and get help for the horrible things that have happened in my life.

  4. Most of my male friends poke fun at my feminist views and will say sexist slurs to try and get a rise out of me (being facetious of course--like they could ACTUALLY force me to be barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen? Please). Sadly they think it's funny when it DOES get to me a little; unbeknownst to them I get the most upset at the friends that do this but also have failed to realize how much of a REAL struggle it has been for me to make even the smallest decisions about my own body.
    Why as 17 year olds did my male friends have NO trouble buying condoms from the convenience store but I had to jump through hoops for a doctor to prescribe me hormonal birth control--but not before I got a lecture about how I shouldn't use it as birth control but just as something to regulate my period?
    Why as a 19 year old did I get SO MUCH difficulty from KP employees when I had to exhume their outside references department (which in itself took eons to get the right number for; it's too much of a coincidence that three different employees gave me the wrong phone number for it) to ask for an abortion for health reasons--not that the reasons were any of their business anyway?
    Why as a 20 year old was I scorned by my primary care doctor when I said that I wanted an IUD to prevent any more accidents that could danger my health any further?
    It doesn't matter and I shouldn't have to iterate that I want these services because I could die if I were to carry a pregnancy to full term. I don't want the right of choice because I'm "one of the exceptions." I want the right of choice because I DESERVE it.
    WE deserve it.