What would you do if you woke up and you had a dick and a hairy chest and big bones and muscles and a beard and everyone thought you were a man?
Get a job, run for President and walk alone at night without carrying mace and looking over my shoulder.
I’d also take the opportunity to travel to places a woman can never go unaccompanied; I’d travel alone, I’d see Tunisia and Morocco and go skiing in Iran and see Russia and Mexico and camp alone.
You say this like I’d wake up shocked and horrified and appalled, but all it means to me is that I’d be free:
Free to leave dishes in the sink knowing someone else will handle them, free to have a sense of humour and take up space and not have men harass me and creep at me and make rape jokes, and free to hold a woman’s hand in public and not fear for my life.
Free to make more money, do more things, meet more people. I’d be a Human, not a woman.
“Worldwide, women between fifteen and forty-four are more likely to be injured or die from male violence than from traffic accidents, cancer, malaria, and the effects of war combined. This sustained brutality would be impossible without a culture that enables it: a value system in which women are currency, and sex is something that men get—or take—from them.”—Ariel Levy: Was justice served in Steubenville? (via eisbox)