Sworn Virgin

Pic by DAN BILEFSKY, published here.
I am amazed by few things. Photos, blogs linking to it but first of all by the brilliant tradition of sworn virgins - society lacking men allows women to step into their roles! I swear to never have sex again, so I can have a gun and sit next to men at the wedding. My social sexuality is so well established that I make other women shy!
I must admit I am impressed. It's much better than to be a nun...
Sorry, I do not want to be sarcastic, NOT AT ALL! It really is more practical, and follows the same commitment, doesn't?

I was searching Twitter for feminist users tonight to find a few links - simply because nowadays I think about gender roles in the UK, Hungary, Poland. (for those who do not know me, I do not consider myself a feminist, but...living in the UK is easier than in Hungary for a woman - that is where my thinking comes from).
Hungary is a bizarre place - women cook, raise kids, work, men - work; nonetheless it's women who control the family life...women who historically have been obsessively independent - first kind appointed a woman (St. Mary) to be eternal queen of the country; Hungarian queen had her own residential town, library, her signature on state correspondence! Men were out fighting wars, she was raising next generations. Today men are dependent, women lack independent men (sorry, very shallow, and harshly general conclusion!) Hungarian feminists are sophisticated and scary.
Poland? I have no idea anymore. I know that with my experience of domestic abuse in my homeland I would be stygmatised, my son too. For some reason even my family assumes I have gone back to my maiden name - 'as if nothing had happened'! - which almost angers me.
UK? High rate of 30 year old males committing suicide...makes me wonder: would I like to be born a man in this country? I am more than happy to be a woman, but if I were to reverse my own experience...no, I would not. Polish feminist are activists.
I cannot see clearly what is the male model in the UK - I have not lived here long enough - but I can see already that being polite to women does not pay off: they get offended if I want to help them carrying their heavy bags or let the older ones on the bus! UK feminists seem to move towards girl power, but I do not like the stereotype of the British girl, so...

Me - as happy as I am - still miss male male model - and I think I will continue searching and appreciating those who sometimes want to take over the lead - just for a while, just to feel more useful, more masculine.

See, again...I am confident I am strong enough to let the man make his choices, to compromise. And I do have the choice. It's sad to think some women in other regions of the world do not:/

Good to browse a bit to learn more - I assume those things do not happen - if I do not read about it, I think it doesn't exist, blondie...

(shit, no matter how I tried, it all came down quite feminist, not that I care:P)

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Carpe Diem...

Oh, how I do miss men!,...men who stand for their values; who are mentally strong - strong enough not to complain but to admit their true weaknesses, and men who know how to fight and what is worth fighting for in those very dangerous and lonely times. I know so few of them...and even fewer women who appreciate that. Eh...apologies, I am decadent tonight...(Carne Tremula, Almodovar)

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Girl With a One Track Mind

Before I try to relate to all the Hungarian and Polish reviews of the book, let me share with you my personal experience of reading the book...

Shortly: it put me back to my place, it opened the long forgotten emotional sensors. Actually reading it came together with both my exhibitions and the full set of amazing experiences (feedback from all the viewers, newly met artist fellows, lovely atmosphere of two last weekends - one with and one without my son, perfect weather and non-commercial relaxed life filling me up with new ideas for next year) closed the chapter of my sad marriage, brought back the old me who trusts the beauty of the world and the craziness of human kind.
Once again, I know who I want to be. I know what I want. I choose the people I want to be friends with. I ignore the assholes/lesses. I have re-discovered the inner source of energy and feel I can do so much more!

Abby Lee's book gave only the ground of openness and sensuality for all those re-discoveries, still - without the book I would most probably move over the beautiful moments without even noticing them. And believe me, only 0.01% of them was connected to sexuality as such!

Well done, impressively honest and well written!

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Feminists and flowers

There is something metaphysical in receiving flowers from men...yesterday morning I had to leave my boyfriend on his own in my flat and head off to work (horrible, horrible feeling no matter how self-motivated I am to study social media:P) and when I came back home I found bunch of white flowers in my favorite vase! The same type that proved to stay alive for 5 weeks last time I bought them myself!!!
It is an inter-textual gesture and unspoken joy to see that someone can make the effort and do something so nice!
It is an old truth that women and flowers belong to each other. I even believe than humans in general do not appreciate the beauty and power of flowers. They carry symbolic meanings. They are honestly proud of their beauty. They live quite short lives just to make ours friendlier...
I cannot help but be surprised by this gesture...and I find it rather sad. We do not give, not receive flowers. And if we do, it must be justify and tight down to prescribed procedures...why?
Believe me - give a flower to your friend, you lady, your husband  - and you will receive a smile worth millions and you will see the type off happiness (even if just for one second) which brakes walls and lifts you up...

I am happy to be honored with one of those white and outstanding wonders of nature in my little living room.

Thank you, J.

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Brilliant interpretation of Mother Earth, love it:) (and I am NOT a feminist!!!)