I cannot stand the mellow ‘feliz dia de la mujer’ messages. Today is about rage and anger and revenge and remembering TODAS nuestras muertas and all the fucking ways toxic masculinity and this heteropatriarchal systems kills us slowly, makes us sick, breaks our circles, forces us into silence, calls us liars and crazy bitches… wishing today was “burning a machito day” or “fucking up your toxic masc abusive ex’s house” or “making a list of all the so called poliTRICKal fuck dudes that are actually rapist in the name of Marx or some other bs” or “shutting up your annoying grandpa” or “fucking up the community rapist” you know, like real actions to terrorize violencia patriarcal instead of a happy and warm “feliz dia de la mujer”. Thinking about all the mujeres i never got to meet cause femicide and trans feminice does not seem to stop happening, all the funerals that have been cover up to not named a femicida, all the machitos anarchowhateverthefuck that dont pay childsupport or bounce when the womxn has to get an abortion, all the FREE LABOR that femmes and womxn give out to make this world go around, all the stories of mujeres bien chingonas lost and co opted, all the guerreras that practicing auto defensa feminista end up locked up and essentialized as “violent”… so much medicina feminista and femme wisdom lost. To me ser mujer is a political choice and positioning, not something that is just “handed” or “assigned” it is something to be fought for every fucking day, a resistance practice to disrupt and destroy all this shit and then weave it back up cause without womxn and femme nothing gets ever done. I woke up pissed af and then realized what day it was. POR TODAS NUESTRAS MUERTAS.
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