I Am A Feminist, But That Doesn’t Make Me A Nazi
When I was 7 years old my mom took me into a small stuffy room that reeked of mothballs. Inside were hundreds of what looked like small wedding dresses and child tuxedos. Communion my mother had said. I had no clue what that meant let alone who Jesus was and why I was drinking his blood-but my mother corrected me when upset assuring it was actually just wine and the body just bread. I was hoping communion wasn 't like a wedding; I had just realized that I wasn 't really as into boys as I was girls and knew what child marriages were-yeah, at 7 I panicked about all sorts of things like rape, natural disaster, and child marriage.
I touched all the dresses reaching inside the plastic outer covering. …show more content…
Stop asking so many questions and just do what I say.”
I was being trained like a dog to follow a man’s order and command and everytime I walked into the kitchen my mother would ask if he sent me and if I was busy. She’d understand if I had a lot of work, he never did. But I still to this day follow his commands for some reason, or none at all. I’ve been trained well to be a wife, or a dog.
When I was 11, I fell in love with a girl. I couldn’t hide my excitement from my parents, but I was scared to tell them it was a girl. I knew my mother wouldn’t care, but my father got angry about gays, he thought it was it was stupid and fake. I told my dad that I wanted to ask this “boy” out and he told me, “That’s not appropriate, girls don’t ask boys out.” And while I partly agreed from all the movies I watched with the boy asking the girl out and kissing her first and not the other way around, Emily was not a boy.
“Why?” I asked playing dumb, not really knowing what to do with his response. Boys had to show interest in me in order for me to requite it? Well what would I do in the case of neither of us to be men? Would I have to be the man of the relationship? Could I be the exception?
“Girls love being chased and boys
When I was 7 years old my mom took me into a small stuffy room that reeked of mothballs. Inside were hundreds of what looked like small wedding dresses and child tuxedos. Communion my mother had said. I had no clue what that meant let alone who Jesus was and why I was drinking his blood-but my mother corrected me when upset assuring it was actually just wine and the body just bread. I was hoping communion wasn 't like a wedding; I had just realized that I wasn 't really as into boys as I was girls and knew what child marriages were-yeah, at 7 I panicked about all sorts of things like rape, natural disaster, and child marriage.
I touched all the dresses reaching inside the plastic outer covering. …show more content…
Stop asking so many questions and just do what I say.”
I was being trained like a dog to follow a man’s order and command and everytime I walked into the kitchen my mother would ask if he sent me and if I was busy. She’d understand if I had a lot of work, he never did. But I still to this day follow his commands for some reason, or none at all. I’ve been trained well to be a wife, or a dog.
When I was 11, I fell in love with a girl. I couldn’t hide my excitement from my parents, but I was scared to tell them it was a girl. I knew my mother wouldn’t care, but my father got angry about gays, he thought it was it was stupid and fake. I told my dad that I wanted to ask this “boy” out and he told me, “That’s not appropriate, girls don’t ask boys out.” And while I partly agreed from all the movies I watched with the boy asking the girl out and kissing her first and not the other way around, Emily was not a boy.
“Why?” I asked playing dumb, not really knowing what to do with his response. Boys had to show interest in me in order for me to requite it? Well what would I do in the case of neither of us to be men? Would I have to be the man of the relationship? Could I be the exception?
“Girls love being chased and boys