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communistkenobi · 5 months ago

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Would you be willing to dunk on speak more on mainstream feminist theory you're reading? And/or share some of the non-juvenile feminist theory you've read?

(Note: I will try to link to open access versions of articles as much as possible, but some of them are paywalled. if the links dont work just type the titles into google and add pdf at the end, i found them all that way)

If there’s any one singular issue with mainstream feminist thought that can be generalized to "The Problem With Mainstream Feminism" (and by mainstream I mean white, cishet, bourgeois feminism, the “canonical feminism” that is taught in western universities) it’s that gender is treated as something that can stand by itself, by which I mean, “gender” is a complete unit of analysis from which to understand social inequality. You can “add” race, class, ability, national origin, religion, sexuality, and so on to your analysis (each likewise treated as full, discrete categories of the social world), but that gender itself provides a comprehensive (or at the very least “good enough”) view of a given social problem. (RW Connell, who wrote the canonical text Masculinities (1995) and is one of the feminist scholars who coined/popularized the term hegemonic masculinity, is a fantastic example of this.)

Black feminists have for many decades pointed out how fucking ridiculous this is, especially vis a vis race and class, because Black women do not experience misogyny and racism as two discrete forms of oppression in their lives, they are inextricably linked. The separation of gender and race is not merely an analytical error on the part of white feminists - it is a continuation of the long white supremacist tradition of bounding gender in exclusively white terms. Patricia Hill Collins in Black Feminist Thought (2000) engages with this via a speech by Sojourner Truth, the most famous line from her speech being “ain’t I a woman?” as she describes all the aspects of womanhood she experiences but is still denied the position of woman by white women because she is Black. Lugones in Coloniality of Gender (2008) likewise brings up the example of segregationist movements in the USAmerican South, where towns would put up banners saying things like “Protect Southern Women” as a rationale for segregation, making it very clear who they viewed as women. Sylvia Wynter in 1492: A New World View likewise points out that colonized women and men were treated like cattle by Spanish colonizers in South America, often counted in population measures as "heads of Indian men and women," as in heads of cattle. They were treated as colonial resources, not as gendered subjects capable of rational thought.

To treat the category of “woman” as something that stands by itself is a white supremacist understanding of gender, because “woman” always just means white woman - the fact that white is left implied is part of white supremacy, because who is granted subjecthood, the ability to be seen as human and therefore a gendered subject, is a function of race (see Quijano, 2000). Crenshaw (1991) operationalizes this through the term intersectionality, pointing out that law treats gender and race as separate social sites of discrimination, and the practical effect of this is that Black women have limited/no legal recourse when they face discrimination because they experience it as misogynoir, as the multiplicative effect of their position as Black women, not as sexism on the one hand and racism on the other.

Transfeminist theory has further problematized the category of gender by pointing out that "woman" always just means cis woman (and more often than not also means heterosexual woman). The most famous of these critiques comes from Judith Butler - I’m less familiar with their work, but there is a great example in the beginning of Bodies That Matter (1993) where they demonstrate that personhood itself is a gendered social position. They ask (and I’m paraphrasing) “when does a fetus stop becoming an ‘it’? When its gender is declared by a doctor or nurse via ultrasound.” Sex assignment is not merely a social practice of patriarchal division, it is the medium through which the human subject is created (and recall that gender is fundamentally racialized & race is fundamentally gendered, which I will come back to).

And the work of transfeminists demonstrate this by showing transgender people are treated as non-human, non-citizens. Heath Fogg Davis in Sex-Classification Policies as Transgender Discrimination (2014) recounts the story of an African American transgender woman in Pennsylvania being denied use of public transit, because her bus pass had an F gender marker on it (as all buss passes in the state required gender markers until 2013) and the bus driver refused her service because she “didn’t look like a woman.” She was denied access to transit again when she got her marker changed to M, as she “didn’t look like a man.” Transgender people are thus denied access to basic public services by being constructed as “administratively impossible” - gender markers are a component of citizenship because they appear on all citizenship documents, as well as a variety of civil and public documents (such as a bus pass). Gender markers, even when changed by trans people (an arduous, difficult process in most places on earth, if not outright impossible), are seen as fraudulent & used as a basis to deny us citizenship rights. Toby Beauchamp in Going Stealth: Transgender Politics & US Surveillance Practices (2019) talks about anti-trans bathroom bills as a form of citizenship denial to trans people - anti-trans bathroom laws are impossible to actually enforce because nobody is doing genital inspections of everyone who enters bathrooms (and genitals are not proof of transgenderism!), but that’s actually not the point. The point of these bills is to embolden members of the cissexual public to deputize themselves on behalf of the state to police access to public space, directing their cissexual gaze towards anyone who “looks transgender.” Beauchamp points out that transvestigators don’t need to be accurate most of the time, because again, the point is terrorizing transgender people out of public life. He connects this with racial segregation, and argues that we shouldn’t view gender segregation as “a new form of” racial segregation (this is a duplication of white supremacist feminism) but a continuation of it, because public access is a citizenship right and citizenship is fundamentally racially mediated (see Glenn's (2002) Unequal Freedom)

Susan Stryker & Nikki Sullivan further drives this home in The King’s Member, The Queen’s Body, where they explain the history of the crime of mayhem. Originating in feudal Europe (I don’t remember off the dome the exact time/place so forgive the generalization lol), mayhem is the crime of self-mutilation for the purposes of avoiding military conscription, but what is interesting is that its not actually legally treated as “self” mutilation, but a mutilation of the state and its capacity to exercise its own power. They link the concept of mayhem to the contemporary hysteria around transgender people receiving bottom surgery - we are not in fact self mutilating, we are mutilating the state’s ability to reproduce its own population by permanently destroying (in the eyes of the cissexual public) our capacity to form the foundational social unit of the nuclear family. Our bodies are not our own, they are a component of the state. Situating this in the context of reproductive rights makes this even clearer. Abortion access is not actually about the individual, it is the state mediating its own reproductive capacity via the restriction of abortion (premised on the cissexual logic of binary reproductive capacity systematized through sex assignment). Returning to Hill Collins, she points out that in the US, white cis women are restricted access to abortion while Black and Indigenous cis women are routinely forcibly sterilized, their children aborted, and pumped with birth control by the state. This is not a contradiction or point of “hypocrisy” on the part of conservatives, this is a fully comprehensive plan of white supremacist population management.

To treat "gender" as its own category, as much of mainstream feminism does (see Acker (1990) and England (2010) for two hilarious examples of this, both widely cited feminists), is to forward a white supremacist notion of gender. That white supremacy is fundamentally cissexual and heterosexual is not an accident - it is a central organizing logic that allows for the systematization of the fear of declining white birthrates (the conspiracy of "white genocide" is illegible without the base belief that there are two kinds of bodies, one that gets pregnant and one that does the impregnating, and that these two types of bodies are universal sources of evidence of the superiority of men over women - and im using those terms in the most loaded possible sense).

I realize that most of these readings are US centric, which is an unfortunate limitation of my own education. I have been really trying to branch into literature outside the Global North, but doctoral degree constraints + time constraints + my own research requires continual engagement with it. I also realize that most of the transfeminist readings I've cited are by white scholars! This is a continual systemic problem in academic literature and I'm not exempt from it, even as I sit here and lay out the problem. Which is to say, this is nowhere near the final word on this subject, and having to devote so much time to reading mainstream feminist theory as someone who is in western academia is part of my own limited education + perspective on this topic

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girlgenius1111 · 10 months ago

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i know you can

long awaited part 2 do like you mean it.

patri gets r to come without her. somehow, r ends up rewarding patri for it. patri x r. 18+ smut below.

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"Patricia. You cannot be serious."

"Oh, I am so serious, amor." She replied, leaning back on the bed with a smirk.

"No strap. Until I make myself come." You say incredulously, repeating her earlier words back to her.

"Sí!" She sings. "It'll be fun!"

"It will not!" You yelp. "I thought I proved to you that I can't do it myself." You're blushing heavily at the implication that Patri, and only Patri, can make you come.

"I believe in you," Patri dismisses, looking at you expectantly.

"Now?!" You question.

"Sí, I am in the mood for a show."

"Patri," you whine, drawing her name out for added affect. At this, she leans forward, lightly kissing your cheek.

"Just try for me?" she asks quietly, and you can tell how much she wants this. If there was any way to convince you, it was this; you'd probably do anything if Patri wanted it this badly.

"Fine." You relent, and Patri cheers loudly. You roll your eyes, but you can't help but be charmed by her enthusiasm. She quickly removes your clothes, and guides you back onto the bed, taking her spot, before she hops off, and settles on the couch across the room, you in perfect view of her. You keep your legs closed, feeling rather vulnerable.

"Come on, bonita, don't be shy," she says softly, and you close your eyes, spreading your legs open on the bed.

"I can't do this," you mumble after a minute. For some reason, the position you are in is making you feel incredibly embarrassed, and you're fighting the urge to shut your legs, not even thinking about touching yourself.

"Yes you can. Just do as I say." Patri instructs, and you take a deep breath, opening your eyes. You look at her, the way she's staring at your body with hunger in her eyes, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

"Start with one finger. Lightly, nothing inside yet."

You do as she says, letting out a small sigh as your finger makes contact with your core, gathering some wetness and dragging it up to your clit, before stroking softly.

"There you go. Focus on your clit. Do what feels right."

You rub with two fingers, changing pace as you felt like it. It was pleasant, steady stimulation. You got more comfortable with it, letting your legs fall farther open, and allowing your head to drop back onto the pillow, eyes fluttering shut.

"Good girl, let yourself feel good." Patri's voice rings out across the room, low and gravelly. You can tell your actions are having an effect on her, which only spurs you on.

"Inside?" You ask, after another few minutes.

"Hmm. Would that feel good? Fucking yourself with your fingers?"

"Yes," you reply breathlessly.

"Put one inside that pretty pussy for me."

Your whole body feels warm, core aching, as you press your middle finger in slowly. You always have a hard time getting the right angle when you finger yourself, but today you find it slips in easily, perhaps because you're wetter than you normally are when you touch yourself. You begin to pump it in and out, your palm pressing up against your clit.

"Mmm" you moan, biting your lip, trying to keep your voice down.

"No, I want to hear you, bonita," Patri says. You let your mouth fall open, sighing her name.

"Are you thinking of my fingers in you?"

You nod. "Another finger? Please?"

"Tell me how good it feels, and then you can add another finger."

"Feels good," is all you can manage.

"Yeah?" Something hits the bed next to you. You open your eyes, finding a pink vibrator resting next to your leg. You look up towards Patri, who doesn't appear to have moved, leading you to believe she had it in her pocket. You reach for it, but clearly, the brunette is in a bit of a teasing mood.

"No, not yet. Add another finger first."

You pull your finger all the way out, spreading wetness onto your ring finger, before you push both back inside of you. You return to your previous rhythm, and your hips are beginning to grind down on your hand.

"You sounds so wet, amor. Are you wet?"

"Sí," you whine.

"How wet?" Patri asks, almost mockingly. It makes your skin flush redder, but you don't dislike it.

"Really wet, baby. I'm dripping."

"Good. Turn the vibrator on, and put it on your clit."

Your fingers slow inside of you as you rush to do as she stays, but when you get the vibrator in place over your clit, your fingers pick up the pace again, moving rapidly. A light buzzing sound fills the room, and the combination of that, and the wet sounds of your fingers moving in and out of your hole, is almost pornographic.

"Patri, so good," you whimper, completely lost in the sensations.

"That's right, making yourself feel so good. Turn up the vibe."

You do as she says, clicking it up higher, and your hips jump when you make contact with your clit.

"I'm close," you warn, increasing the pace of your fingers until your hand is loudly making contact with your skin.

"Are you gonna come?"

"Sí, please Patri," you don't really know why you're asking permission, very ready to fall over the edge, but it's almost immediate when Patri responds.

"You've been so good. Come. Now." It's more of a command than anything else she's said has been, and you come with a long, drawn out moan of her name. Your brain is slightly fuzzy, but you hear what Patri says next anyway.

"I haven't even touched you, and I've already got you screaming my name." You wait until your body has stopped twitching to reply.

"Don't get too cocky. I was promised something in return? Not sure if you can live up to what I can do myself, though." You joke. Patri smirks, rising from the couch and walking towards you. You move to the edge of the bed to meet her in a heated kiss. She laces her fingers through your hair, holding your face against hers.

Breaking the kiss, she tugs lightly on your bottom lip with her teeth. "Are you ready?" she asks, an excited glint in her eye.

"Yes, please, Patri," you beg.

"Bueno." She pulls herself from your grasp, disappearing briefly into the bathroom. Impatiently, you lay back on the bed, bringing a hand up to tease your chest. Patri is only gone for a couple minutes, her light footsteps on the carpet urging you to sit back up. The sight that greets you is one that has you confused.

Patri is walking towards you, naked, but strap and dildo in hand as opposed to secured around her waist. She approaches the bed, handing you both items. You look at them, and then look at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Put it on." She says lowly.

You reach for her, but she steps away. A small smile is playing at her lips, and you know she's enjoying this.

"I didn't say put it on me," she whispers.

You blink up at her. "You want me..." You ask, trailing off, eyes wide.

"Quiero que me folles. With the strap. Okay?" Patri says, leaning down to lay kisses on your jaw. You struggle to form words as Patri's lips leave marks on your skin. You've realized your mistake; your girlfriend promised that you guys would use the strap if you made yourself come, but she didn't specify who would be using it on who.

"Are you sure?" You finally get out. Patri pulls away, eyes softening.

"Only if you want to, mi amor," She says, running her thumb up and down your jawline.

"I don't know if I'll be good at it," you admit.

Patri grins at this. "You will be." She sounds so sure, and really, Patri knows you better than anyone. If she thinks you'll be good, you probably will be.

"Okay." You say finally, rising from the bed and getting the strap clipped around your waist. Patri smiles, sitting on the edge of the bed. Once the harness is secured around your waist, you straddle her, pushing her to lay back on the mattress. You don't waste any time, figuring that if you're going to do this, you might as well do it right.

You know you have to work Patri up to taking the dildo strapped across your waist; this one was a stretch sometimes for even you, and you took it regularly.

The two of you make out for a few minutes, until you feel Patri beginning to squirm under you. You pull away from her face, smiling down at her. Her lips are red and slightly swollen, and she's looking at you like you're the prettiest person she's ever laid her eyes on.

You begin to kiss down her body, letting your lips linger on her chest briefly, before you end up between her legs, pushing them open. You run a careful finger through her core, just barely applying any pressure, and her hips buck up into your hands.

"You're soaked, amor," you say, pressing a hand onto her abdomen to keep her hips pinned to the bed. She is; you've never seen her this wet before from just kissing you.

Patri only responds with a quiet whimper, bringing her hands down to pull your head closer to where she wants you.

"No, no. You put me in charge, we're going to do this my way." You smirk. She sighs, but removes her hands, instead bringing one up to pinch at her nipple, and gripping the sheets in the other.

"Por favor, mas."

"We'll get there, baby. You just need to be patient." Patri huffs, but the sound is cut off abruptly when you suddenly run your tongue through her, licking happily at the taste of her. You've developed a plan, one to make Patri enjoy this as much as possible.

You have your hands pressed to her thighs, keeping them open, while you bury your mouth in her. You focus on her clit after a minute, alternating between flicking it rapidly with your tongue and sucking it, hard, into your mouth.

It doesn't take very long at all to get Patri worked up, and soon, she's letting out short gasps, a sound that tells you she's close. You increase the pace of your tongue, pushing her over the edge. Her thighs clamp down around your head, but you work her through it, licking and suckling at her clit until she's a whimpering mess above you. She's barely had a second to come down before you are dragging a finger through the abundant wetness leaking out of her, and pushing it into her pulsing cunt.

"Oh!" She exclaims, once again attempting to lace her fingers through your hair. She loves nothing more than to hold you against her while she grinds up into your face, but today, that is not how things are going to do.

"Hands off, Patricia," you murmur against her, letting your finger come to a rest inside of her.

"No, don't stop, amor," she groans, withdrawing her hands from your hair again, and grabbing onto the headboard behind her.

"Then listen," you say warningly, before moving your finger again. She's tight, as she always is, but she loosens up quickly for you, and it isn't long before you're rocking 2 fingers into her. Patri much prefers you to focus on her clit, so you've never really gone over 2 fingers, but you know how big the cock she's about to get is, and she'll need more than 2 fingers if she's going to take it comfortably.

She's wet enough for it, definitely, leaking and dripping out all over your hand and onto the sheets. Your fingers' every movement is marked by a filthy wet sound.

You start slow with your third finger, just barely pressing it in to the first knuckle before pausing, waiting for her to adjust. She does, quickly.

"You're opening up so well for me, beautiful," you tell her, and the noise she lets out at the praise lights a fire in your veins. You work the rest of the third finger in, until you can easily pump them in and out. She's already made a mess, your hand is absolutely covered in her wetness.

You begin to move faster, looking up at where her head is thrown back in pleasure. Her back is arching, and her knuckles are turning white where they hold onto the headboard. Her breaths are becoming stuttered, and you know you're getting her close again.

This time, when her body tenses under you, you wait until you're sure she's about to come, before pulling all three fingers out, leaving her pussy empty, clenching and dripping in front of you.

"No, no, amor, no!" She cries out, snapping her head forward to look at you pleadingly. You only smile at her, climbing up her body. You place a thigh between her legs, mostly to keep them apart, but she immediately starting rocking herself against your leg, hands linking together behind your neck as she looks at you pleadingly.

"Do you want to come?"

"Sí," she nods, pussy sliding back and forth across your thigh rapidly.

"Then stop moving. You're going to come with me deep inside of you." Patri's jaw drops at your words, not used to you speaking so filthily, or using such a bossy tone. Her brown eyes, heavily dilated, gaze up at yours, and you can see the restraint it's taking her not to flip the both of you over, and take back the reins. Still, she forces herself to stop grinding up into you, even groans at the lack of contact on her throbbing cunt.

"Good, there you go. Are you ready for me?" You ask sweetly, leaving gentle kisses on both of her cheeks and her nose as she calms down.

"Sí, listo, estoy listo," she begs. You sit up, situating yourself in between her legs. You position the silicone dick at her entrance, running it up and down through her folds. You run your fingers through her, and coat your cock in her arousal, deciding that Patri is wet enough to take it without any lube.

You look down at her again, just barely beginning to push the tip in. Patri's eyebrows immediately scrunch, but she's keeping her hands on the headboard, like you'd told her to. You know she probably needs more contact in order to feel comfortable.

"Hold on to me, baby, we'll go as slow as you need," you tell her, and her eyes flutter open as she grips your waist with shaky hands.

"Inside, please," she whispers, pulling on your hips. You nod, leaning down to meet her lips. The kiss is slow and sensual, and full of reassurance. From you, that you'll take care of her. And from her, that she trusts you to.

You pull back, watching her face carefully as you push in further. The movement is somehow both foreign and easy for you; you know what Patri does to you, and you know instinctually, somehow, what will feel good for her.

"Es grande," she murmurs, adjusting to the feeling of you pushing your cock inside of her.

"You picked it out," you reply, but you stop your movements, waiting until she looks more comfortable to continue.

"Más," she says finally. Now, her eyes are shut, and her hips are beginning to push down to meet your gentle thrusts, as you work the entire length inside of her. Her whole upper body is flushed red, and she's breathless, feeling so full of you.

Once you've bottomed out, you rest your hand on her stomach, rubbing softly until she opens her eyes to look at you.

"Okay?" You ask.

"Please move," she begs in response, and your lips twist up into a somewhat devilish grin, one she isn't used to seeing very often.

You move slowly at first, dragging your cock in and out of her, waiting until her hands have started squeezing at your hips to move faster. You, too, are getting used to the movements, but you quickly figure out what works and what doesn't. When you do move faster, it's to set a quick rhythm, pushing all the way in before pulling almost all the way out, and repeating.

Patri's looked like the air has been knocked out of her lungs, face sticky with sweat as she writhes around on the bed under you.

"Good?" You check, continuing your motions.

"Tan buena," she says, barely making it through the short sentence before a moan cuts through her words. At her reassurance, you wrap your arms under her legs, lifting them up slightly. It gives you a better angle, and you fuck into her faster, hips now meeting hers with every thrust.

"Bonita," she cries out, back arching up off the bed. You can see the beginnings of a powerful orgasm starting to build in her, and you know that, likely, she won't be able to take more than one, not with the way she's already so dazed.

"Are you going to make a mess on my cock, Patri?" You ask.

"Sí, I'm so close," she whimpers. You let go of one of her legs, reaching down to rub over her clit. Her body jumps at the contact and she's letting out breathless moans with every breath.

"Amor, I need you," she cries, opening her eyes to gaze up at you.

"I'm here, baby," you tell her, looking down in concern at the tears in her eyes. If she didn't have such a tight grip on your hips, if she wasn't rocking herself into your every thrust, you would be worried.

"More, I need you closer," she says. You're grateful that you're an athlete in that moment, because you are sure that otherwise your legs and abs would be burning heavily.

You lean down, pushing her knees back and to the side as you do. You remove your fingers from her clit, holding yourself up over her as you pump in and out, pressing your forehead to hers.

"Rub your clit for me, baby," you tell her. Patri brings her own hand down, fingers moving quickly over her clit. Her other arm wraps around your neck, and she presses her lips to yours as she begins to twitch under you.

"Come on, Patri, come."

It's a long orgasm, the buildup stealing her breath as your hips continue their unrelenting pace. As the waves of pleasure begin to wash over her, she cries out, louder than you've ever heard her, both arms wrapping desperately around you. The midfielder's legs wrap around your waist, holding you to stay buried deep inside her, and you use smaller thrusts to work her through it as her body shakes and trembles.

"Dios mío," she groans, before her body falls completely limp under yours. The only sounds in the room are both of your rapid breathing. You wait until her chest isn't heaving as much to pull out of her, struggling slightly to get the harness off. When you do, you toss it aside, and lay back on the bed, propped up on your elbow as you look down at Patri. Her eyes are still shut, legs still trembling.

"Baby?" You call, running a single finger back and forth over her cheek.

"Mmm," she responds.

"Are you okay?" You ask because, really, you've never seen her like this after sex. You'd given her plenty of orgasms before, of course, but never one this strong, and never one that seemed to completely destroy her.

"Sí, just need a bit," she replies, leaning closer to you until you allow her into your arms, scratching softly at her back as she pushes her face into your neck. After a few minutes, she speaks again, voice stronger. "I'm never wearing that again. It's yours now, you're too good for us to do anything different."

"Oh really?" You laugh. "I don't agree. I quite like it when you fuck me, I'm not very willing to trade. I think you should only get it for special occasions, when you've been good."

"I'm always good." The brunette replies impatiently.

"Hmm. I don't know about that." She pulls away to glare at you. You lean in, kissing lightly at the scrunch in her eyebrows. Her face relaxes, and she leans back into you.

"Thank you. I- I've never felt like that before. That good. You made me feel so good." She admits, the worst whispered like they're a secret into the skin of your neck.

"It was fun." You admit. "Maybe we can do it again. After I've gotten my well deserved reward."

Patri laughs quietly against you. "Oh, you'll get a reward, bonita. I have a few in mind already."

You kiss the top of her head. "Good. Not now though. You should rest so you can walk tomorrow, otherwise the girls will be relentless at training."

Patri lets out an exaggerated sigh, burrowing closer to you, the unspoken words clear; she'd rest here forever if she could.

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for a while, writing this felt like stabbing myself in the eye, but a few days away was good and i'm happy with how it turned out.

i hope it was worth the wait :) thanks everyone for being patient with me.

#woso imagine #woso x reader #patri guijarro x reader #woso fanfics

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