But why do you care about feminism anyway?

Because why wouldn’t I? Because feminism is about equality – the right to be treated equally, regardless of gender identification. Because I’d rather people made the ridiculous assumption that I was a man-hating dyke than to feel as if I wasn’t doing my most to defend my rights, and the rights of all women. Because I am so tired of percieving my own body as a source of fear and pain. Because I honestly believe that if one person can speak up, it will enourage others to speak too. Because ignorance spreads like fire, and perpetuates suffering. Because I’ve got self-love, grrrl love and boy love. Because it terrifies me to think that some of my wonderful, intelligent friends consider the word ‘cunt’ to be more insulting and offensive than a punch in the face. Because in order to be of interest in the media, I must either be fetishised or demonised. Because it’s none of your damn business who I choose to sleep with. Because it’s none of my damn business who anyone else chooses to sleep with. Because my mother quit a job over unequal pay when I was 7 years old, and I never forgot how proud I was of her. Because people still believe that testing for virginity is scientifically possible (but only for women, of course). Because everyone’s ambitions, opinions and passions should be considered valid, regardless of thier genitals or sexual preferences. Because I spent years being ashamed and afraid of my own sexuality, because no-one ever taught me just how awesome my body is. Because I want to educate young girls about thier rights to amazing, consensual, EPIC sex, free of STD’s, unwanted pregnancy, shame and guilt. Because I want to educate young girls about thier right to say no, and be heard. Because we can battle patriarchy through creativity, love and discussion. Because I want an end to girl-on-girl hate. Because my potential for success should not be determined by my cup size (unless of course, I wanted to be a lingerie model. In which case, it would be pretty crucial.) Because I want to get dressed for an evening without considering the potential danger my cleavage could place me in. Because I want to be feminine and sexy, and intelligent and interesting and funny, and unimitable, and bookish and geeky and adorable and feisty and not be judged – by men or women.