“Morning, beautiful… You good, sweetheart? Look like you just fall right outta heaven… Girl, if you wake up in a red room widout doors nor winders, doan worry – you in my heart! …Wooo, boy, looka dah ass!! Cushion fuh de pushin!! …Girl, you got a nice sweet fat pussy! (yeah, I said it.) “
I have heard all the above and more, just going about my business – walking, bus-ing, train-ing. Sometimes if it’s a polite call, and I’m in the mood, I’ll give the requisite nod to avoid the cuss out. Other times, I haven’t and I cuss right back. Still other times, I continue on peeved that my beautiful day has been sullied with unwanted and unmannerly advances. And generally, it bothers me how many of us have to strategise ways to avoid or handle street harrassment. Let me be careful, I’m getting all into it. All I really meant to do was to drop by quickly and share this article by OUTlish magazine out of Trinidad, and point you towards the WomenSpeakProject and ‘Hollaback!‘ , generating positive momentum to pull this thorn out of the female side!
Some of you will find this hilarious. Some of you will be disgusted. Some of you will be weirdly intrigued. (If you are in the latter category, please seek help. Now. >> Find-a-Therapist.com )
Been home in Barbados for a little bit now – the blog hiatus has been due to the significant restructuring my life has been undergoing lately. This getting used to Barbados again thing? Let’s just say I shouldn’t run short of stuff to blog about for a little bit. Sexuality and gender relations have been among the hot topics. Just last night, mummy and I had an extended conversation about how they play out in – *drumroll please* – the CHURCH! Lots of nonsensical stuff going on there. (My vote is still Jesus for President – it’s just this organised religion thing…) Anyway. Came across some pics on the Huffington Post, I usually take a cursory stroll there every now and then (get it?? CURSOR-y??). I’m definitely in the first camp – the folks who find them hilarious. Mid guffaw, I thought about how we’ve managed to make such foundational parts of life taboo. In attempting to maintain sanctity through silence, we have effectively encouraged the underground debasing of sexuality. I hope my daughters don’t think vagina is a bad word. And I hope my sons don’t think their penis is a dagger. I hope they know vegetables are good for them!