sigelphoenix

Read this.

Read it and think about how much hatred we've developed for the natural state of women's bodies. Question that hatred as radically as naamah_darling does. Understand what true respect for women's bodies means, and accept nothing fucking less.

[This is part of my series on Women and Violence, which I am writing as a project for a Women Studies course I'm taking. For an explanation and information on my intentions with this series, please see the introduction.]

In "The Transformation of Silence into Language and Action," Audre Lorde writes the following description of her thought process when faced with a potential diagnosis of cancer:

[...] and what I most regretted were my silences. Of what had I ever been afraid? To question or to speak as I believed could have meant pain, or death. But we all hurt in so many different ways, all the time, and pain will either change or end. Death, on the other hand, is the final silence. And that might be coming quickly, now, without regard for whether I had ever spoken what needed to be said, or had only betrayed myself into small silences, while I planned someday to speak, or waited for someone else's words. And I began to recognize a source of power within myself that comes from the knowledge that while it is most desirable not to be afraid, learning to put fear into a perspective gave me great strength.

I was going to die, if not sooner then later, whether or not I had ever spoken myself. My silences had not protected me. Your silence will not protect you." (41)

( The meaning(s) of silence )

x-posted to Shrub.com