All My Abusers Are Feminists
All My Abusers Are Feminists On Performative Men and Se xu al Degradation “But he was always so nice to me.” In my twenty years of womanhood, I’ve learnt to fear men . I don’t flinch like a beaten puppy when I see a man on the screen or start shivering when a teenage boy passes by me. I don’t mean the dramatically exaggerated fear you’d think of when I write these words, nor do I mean to make you laugh . I’ve learnt to fear men who call me pretty or laugh at my jokes. I’ve learnt to make myself as small as possible when I feel a man’s arms wrap around me. I’ve learnt to “shut up and take it” when their icy hands touch my thighs. I’ve learnt to be good when he tells me to be good, and I’ve learnt to smile when he tells me to be bad . Who is he? A criminal? A thief? A pirate? A corporate CEO or a small-wage worker?...