I was out running errands today when my breasts got on my nerves. Some of you know what I mean by experience, the rest of you can empathize.
Male centered society has coded femininity mostly as MALES HATE YOUR BODY AND ARE AFRAID OF YOU, SO YOU MUST CHANGE EVERY SINGLE NATURAL THING THAT YOUR BODY DOES AS PUNISHMENT FOR EXISTING IN THE BODY THAT REMINDS MALES THAT THEY ARE UNNECESSARY AND INCOMPLETE.
I am almost 50, and I have stopped performing femininity for males, mostly. I stopped shaving all of my body hair, only to find out that it is not all that visible, anyway, which is usually the case. I no longer wear makeup, except for when I actually want to, which might be twice a year. I stopped coloring my hair about 8 months ago. These are just a few things among many that I am able to do.
My breasts are a D, and you can imagine the amount of male perving I took from 11 years old, when they seemingly showed up overnight. Males believe that we have breasts AT them, as if we exist just to distract them, pushing their breast fetish onto us, as if we are doing something TO them to deny the reality of yet another male chosen perversion.
I had to, of course, wear a bra because, otherwise, males are distracted by breasts that are not somehow bound, and ERMAHGERD, PLEASE CONCEAL NIPPLES, MALES PRETEND WE DON’T HAVE NIPPLES, DO NOT RUIN THEIR DREAM OF NIPPLELESS WOMEN COVER COVER COVER. (Except for a brief time in the 90s, when Victoria secret sold “caps” that were worn on female nipples, specifically to make them prominent. Thanks to Sex and the City.)
I am afraid to stop wearing a bra. For many reasons.
Women are supposed to disappear, according to male mythology, but I assure you, we do not. I am 50, and I still get a fuck ton of unwanted male attention, and that has nothing to do with attractiveness. Males want us to believe the lie that we are somehow safe from male “attention” and that we can age out of fuckability, which is bullshit. Just look at this woman. And these women. Males are opportunists, more than anything else. Absolutely no standards. At all.
I hate wearing a bra, but more than that, I hate feeling mandated to wear a fucking bra. Going braless is about comfort, but males lack the ability to understand that not everything is about them, so of course, refusing to wear a bra can cause a male to rape you in manworld because your clothing is always about their pathetic penis.
I have made a little progress, though, and this is what I am down to now, a bandaeu. And I actually had a male fucking ask me about it, if you can believe it.* Anyway, I get them for 5 bucks at Walmart. I am hoping that I can eventually convince myself that my body is really my own, and act as I want to.
So my dear sisters. What aspects of femininity have you managed to ditch? And what consequences, if any, have you paid? Are there aspects that you wish that you could get rid of, but you are unable to let it go? What are they?
And a little note to any of my sisters that may want to participate in the comments on internet forums, but are too shy, or afraid that they will say the wrong thing, or afraid of sounding stupid, or are just too intimidated for any reason. You, dear sisters, are welcome to jump in here. No one will make fun of you, I promise, you have my word. And if you say something and want it removed, there is always the delete button, and if you can’t find it, I can. I want to hear what you have to say, if you want to say it.😉
*I was going through security at the courthouse, and I kept setting off the walk through thing. There was nothing in my pockets, and no reason for the machine to be alerting, all I could think of were the metal buckle on my boots. The security male said something about my breasts, I was SURE that I had misheard, but NOPE. He then gestures vaguely at my chest area and says “well, I KNOW you ain’t got no underwires” , to which I said “excuse me?” I was stunned into silence for a half a second, then I said “why are you looking at my breasts so closely” and he got super mad and he informed me that nobody would be interested in that, and that *I* was a pervert for talking to a strange man about my breasts. So. Male reversal/shame combo to put me back in my place.