I am a Nasty Woman

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

January 20, 2017.

January 21, 2017.

What a week we have had.

What a historical, monumental, and breathtaking (in all the ways one's breath can be taken away) week, that we have had.

A week where I thought of my future daughters, knowing that I will teach them about these times. Knowing that I will say This is where we were when I was young and may you never experience anything like it.

A week where every woman I know said “Will you be joining the marches? if so, call me, I'll be there.”

A week where, my entire gender got together and said NO MORE.

While I am filled with silver linings, I remain without words. Through writing, I find my voice, but in more difficult times, it becomes difficult to access. So today, I will let someone else speak for me:

On inauguration day, Ashley Judd brought me to tears, as she recited the following poem, “Nasty Woman” written by 19 year old, Nina Donovan. If you have not read, or heard this poem, I encourage you to take the time to do so now. 

I am a nasty woman.
I'm not as nasty as a man who looks like he bathes in cheeto dust. A man whose words are a distract to America; Electoral College-sanctioned hate speech contaminating this national anthem. I am not as nasty as Confederate flags being tattooed across my city. Maybe the south actually is gonna rise again; maybe for some it never really fell. Blacks are still in shackles an graves just for being Black. Slavery has been reinterpreted as the prison system in front of people who see melanin as animal skin.
I am not as nasty as a Swastika painted on a pride flag. And I didn't know devils could be resurrected but I feel Hitler in these streets-a mustache traded for a toupee; Nazis renamed the cabinet; electro-conversion therapy the new gas chambers, shaming the gay out of America turning rainbows into suicide notes.
I am not as nasty as racism, fraud, conflict of interest, homophobia, sexual assault, transphobia, white supremacy, misogyny, ignorance, white privilege.
I'm not as nasty as using little girls like Pokemon before their bodies have even evolved.
I am not as nasty as your own daughter being your favorite sex symbol-like your wet dreams infused with your own genes.
But yah, I am a nasty woman!
A loud, vulgar, proud woman.
I'm not nasty like the combo of Trump and Pence being served up to me in my voting booth.
I'm nasty like the battles my grandmothers fought to get me into that voting booth.
I'm nasty like the fight for wage equality. Scarlett Johansson: Why were the famous actors paid less than half of what the male actors earned last year?
See, even when we do go into higher paying jobs our wages are still cut with blades, sharpened by testosterone. Why is the work of a Black woman and a Hispanic woman worth only 63 and 54 cents of a white man's privileged daughter?
This is not a feminist myth. This is inequality.
So we are not here to be debunked. We are here to be respected. We are here to be nasty.
I am nasty like the blood stains on my bed sheets. We don't actually choose if and when to have our periods. Believe me, if we could, some of us would. We don't like throwing away our favorite pairs of underpants. Tell me, why are tampons and pads still taxed when Viagra and Rogaine are not? Is your erection really more than protecting the sacred messy part of my womanhood? Is the bloodstain on my jeans more embarrassing than the thinning of your hair?
I know it is hard to look at your own entitlement and privilege. You may be afraid of the truth. I am unafraid to be honest. It may sound petty bringing up a few extra cents. It adds up to the pile of change I have yet to see in my country.
I can't see. My eyes are too busy praying to my feet, hoping you don't mistake eye contact for wanting physical contact. Half my life I have been zipping up my smile hoping you don't think I wanna unzip your jeans.
I am unafraid to be nasty because I am nasty like Susan, Elizabeth, Eleanor, Amelia, Rosa, Gloria, Condoleezza, Sonia, Malala, Michelle, Hillary. And our Pussies ain't for grabbin'. Therefore, reminding you that our balls are stronger than America's ever will be. Our pussies are for pleasure. They are for birthing new generations of filthy, vulgar, nasty, proud, Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Sheikh-you name it-for new generations of nasty women. So if you {are} a nasty woman or love one who is, let me hear you say hell yeah!

-Nina Donovan

To all the Nasty Women I know and the men who love us, Hell Fucking Yeah.

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