On Motherhood: A Personal Reflection

 

I have not blogged in almost two years. Wow. I kept saying tomorrow but tomorrow never came… until today! Forgive me, faithful readers.

In the time I have been absent from the blogosphere I became a mother. I felt it was only right that my return chronicle, in some way, my experience on this new journey.

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Being a new mother to the most adorable little boy has been a fulfilling journey thus far. I get to wake up each day with a renewed sense of my purpose and commitment to making Jamaica, and by extension the world, a better place for him to inhabit, and find his own purpose.

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Four months in and I am still amazed that little ol’ me had something to do with this handsome little gem being here. It is an absolute joy to watch him conquer all his firsts. The first time he cooed he shocked himself and cried. I guess he couldn’t believe the sound actually came from him after his many attempts to communicate, with no sound forthcoming. Watching him discover himself and the world around him has been the highlight of my tumultuous foray into motherhood.

But this journey hasn’t been all sugar and giggles. It is, for me, equal parts joy and stress. As a young(ish) parent I am learning on the job. Some days are difficult and overwhelming but I have to get up and show up nonetheless. An actual person is fully dependent on me. Whoa!

Babies consume your every waking moment. They demand your full attention and commitment, and that is not always easy on you. There are moments of self-doubt and it’s something you must contend with and try to resolve before it catches up to you in more destructive ways.

Now, dealing with the mental, physical and emotional distress that often come with being a mother, and a new mother in my case, can be an uphill battle. There is an expectation that motherhood is (and should be) blissful. And that expectation is burdensome. Yes, I am over the moon about my baby but there are also days when I am deeply overwhelmed. Days when my anxiety about whether I am doing a good job, whether I made the right decision to become a parent or what the future holds become unbearable.

But how do you come to terms with how you feel when the only model you’ve seen is that of the blissful mother who falls into her role effortlessly? Does that make you an awful, selfish person? The thing is, people tend to share their happy moments and what is important to remember is that these are not their only moments. It’s not that the happy moments we share are untrue; they are just incomplete.

The danger in not being able to express those negative emotions, whether out of  feelings of guilt or a real or perceived lack of support, is that you are afraid to seek help. Things can balloon out of control, and before you know it you’re suffering from postpartum depression (which can show up many months after you’ve given birth *knock on wood*).

Mothering is not easy, no matter how effortless it looks to the untrained, unknowing eyes. And on top of that, so many things in your life change with the coming of a baby. Your body changes; you look in the mirror and things that used to stand up now kinda hangs and all those taut parts you were so proud of? Forget it. You do not have the time to do all the things you used to do – and things done for pleasure and to unwind are the first things to get cut so there goes your self-care activities that would usually get you going again.

Women need safe spaces to be able to honestly share their feelings and challenges about motherhood. Some of us are lucky enough to have small pockets of people who support us through the difficult times and show up when we need them most, but by and large it is a lonely road if you do not feel the baby bliss 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

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The Students’ Loan Bureau: Beating a Dead Horse in a Dying Economy

This week in beating down the poor some more, the Students’ Loan Bureau (SLB) has announced an increase in fines for persons who fail to make payments on time and in full. These persons will be faced with a new penalty of $750. The fine will also apply where persons pay less than the stipulated amount and to accounts in arrears, per month.

Sounds like a brilliant idea until we stop to think about it and the ensuing implications. This increased penalty would make sense if so many graduates indebted to the SLB could find jobs and if many of those who are fortunate enough to find a job were making more than what it takes to just get by. Until then, we are beating a dead horse.

Are there delinquent persons who can pay but refuse to? Absolutely. I am in full support of the SLB taking any and all necessary measures to recover funds in these cases. We must honour our responsibility to the bureau, there are no two ways about that.

The SLB operates a revolving fund and obviously for it to be sustained past beneficiaries must repay their loans so others can benefit from those opportunities as well. Beneficiaries are however, not operating outside of the economic constraints facing the country.

Let’s take stock of the economic realities facing graduates. Unemployment and underemployment are among the biggest issues facing our population right now and young people trying to enter the economy are facing the brunt of it. The World Bank indicates that “The unemployment rate in Jamaica is about 13.4% (end 2013/14), with youth unemployment more than twice the national rate.” In fact, the Labour Market Transition of Women and Men in Jamaica survey, conducted in 2013 by the Statistical Institute of Jamaica (STATIN) in collaboration with the International Labour Organization (ILO), revealed that the youth unemployment rate is a whopping 44.9%.

Many students take that walk on graduation day very proud of their accomplishments but equally filled with anxiety about the uncertainness of their future. They put so many resources – human and capital – and make so many sacrifices into getting a university education because this is presumably the way to upward mobility. Only to be sitting at home, sometimes for years, without the prospect of a job to offset their student loan debts and to live a relatively comfortable life.

The SLB grants its beneficiaries a 6-month grace period to start repaying their loans. Whether or not they have secured a job to be able to make those payments is not factored in so interest starts to accrue, late fines are applied, and before you know it you are in a shitload of debt and fighting the sea of hopelessness that will inevitably come.

Many graduates sit idly at home for months and years out of work, not because they are lazy but because the prospects of getting a job, especially without well-to-do parents and/or ‘links’, are depressingly low. For that reason many high school students and graduates are becoming more and more incensed with this idea sold to them that getting a higher education will mean a better quality of life. It is really more of a gamble; a gamble that may result in increasing poverty.

One of the solutions to the unemployment predicament faced by graduates that is always proffered is for them to create their own employment. This too sounds like a lovely idea until we consider the fact that entrepreneurship is not the panacea we make it out to be. What with all the difficulties with government bureaucracy and getting start up loans from the bank, it is a mystery to me why we are still frantically peddling this “start your own business” idea to young people with nary a thought as to the structural hindrances that will impact the viability of it for most.

The increase in SLB fines announced will not substantially solve the quandary we are in but will most certainly make it more difficult for already financially strapped beneficiaries to pay off their loans. Additionally, I believe the SLB and the government can do more under the current economic conditions to (a) not put more beneficiaries who are currently unable to pay under pressure and (b) put better measures in place to collect from those who are able to pay.

Why aren’t renegotiation and extension options, including income-sensitive repayment plans and hardship deferments, embarked on as part of policy initiatives? We are operating in a very short-sighted manner by not taking all the relevant factors into consideration in order to make sound decisions that will result in desired outcomes.

On the matter of putting better measures in place to collect from those who are able to pay, the government and the SLB are simply not doing enough. A friend relayed an experience to me that underscores the need for the SLB to find more creative ways of collecting from those who are able to pay.

Being a graduate student abroad with a steady income and not many responsibilities, my friend was at the time able to pay the SLB a sizable amount of money each month. Upon enquiring with the SLB about what measures they have in place for him to make direct payments, he was told that they do not have any such facility and that he would have to send the funds to someone in Jamaica for them to make the payment on his behalf.

I myself ran into problems recently when I assumed that I could make my SLB payment via NCB online to the SLB account number advertised on their website. The payment I made was not reflected on my account and upon enquiry I was told I have to physically go to an NCB branch (yes, stand in a bank line in 2015) to make the payment. At the very least the SLB should be making it easy for those who can pay to pay.

In this time of economic hardships and desperation it is imperative for us not to beat the proverbial dead horse but to instead find innovative ways to solve the problems we are facing. The youth, and unemployed and underemployed graduates in particular, simply cannot absorb any more economic shocks. The SLB might therefore be inadvertently making it less likely that loans are repaid by its beneficiaries, as their loans balloon out of control in light of the economically austere environment we are all forced to navigate.

The Passport Saga and the Contemptuous Middle Class

The government recently announced new rates for passport and passport services which will take effect on May 26, 2015. The cost of applying for or renewing an adult passport will jump from $4,500 to $6,500. That is almost a fifty per cent increase and will become another burden for the average Jamaican. In case we have forgotten, the minimum wage is still $5,600 per week and upwards of a million Jamaicans live below the poverty line.

I initially planned to do a breakdown of that $5,600 to show how hard it must be to live on, but I don’t know where to start – food, bills, healthcare, education – and it is stressing me the hell out.

On seeing that there will be an increase, people anxiously ran (probably literally) to the Passport, Immigration and Citizenship Agency (PICA) offices to apply before the prices go up, causing overcrowding and the need for crowd control by the security forces to maintain order. That is an expected and reasonable reaction from where I sit.

Middle class contempt for poor people

Of course, middle class Jamaicans came raging in, on their usual high horses, turning up their noses at those barbaric Neanderthals who are always just searching for an opportunity to behave like savages. “They have money to spend on expensive hairstyles and to go dance”, they said. “It is not that expensive when compared to other places”, they said. “If they can’t afford it so be it, they can get National ID for identification purposes”, they said. “You don’t get a passport every day, so it’s fine”, they said. “It’s JUST $2,000”, they said. That reaction too, is expected.

The middle class is out of touch at best and holds contempt for the poor at worst. Ever notice how as soon as you start talking about poverty and the depraved way many people are living in Jamaica, the middle class swoops in with the very tired, largely exaggerated and stereotypical arguments about poor people choosing to be hungry while they spend money to buy expensive clothes and hairdos? Privilege is a hell of a thing.

Why should a passport be above the affordability of such a large section of the population? If our concern is more with the fact that so many people turned out to beat the increase or that people are protesting the increase then we are already lost.

Many people don’t and probably will never know the difference $2,000 can make in the life of someone who is existing on an impossibly meagre salary. Many will also never understand what it means to have to save for months to be able to get a passport. And we are generally not in the business of empathizing with the poor so there goes even an attempt at trying to put ourselves in those shoes.

There is the argument that a passport is not a necessity and therefore the hullabaloo is much ado about nothing. These persons are clearly unaware that there are many transactions that you need two government issued photo IDs for. Like encashing a cheque at a commercial bank. Unless you have a driver’s license (which is also not a ‘necessity’) that passport would come in handy. This requirement also applies to collecting 500 USD or more at Western Union. Lest we forget, remittances are the source of livelihood for many Jamaicans.

Another criticism is that “these same people pay more to get visas over and over”. And what? Where do I even start with this? Is it lost on us that so many people are trying to run away from this hell hole by any means necessary for the very fact that for many it is simply impossible to live a comfortable life? Are we also suggesting that poor people have no right to travel? How dare poor people harbour the thought of traveling! Stay in your lane!

These sentiments are age-old and are linked to the idea that most poor people don’t want to or don’t work hard enough or that they want handouts. This is simply not true and we are missing the point that the issue is that they are operating in a system that does not value them; a system that does not afford them the opportunities and skills to be autonomous and to earn a decent, dignified income.

Perhaps as the middle class shrinks and many of us find ourselves in the same positions the poor occupy, we will begin to recognize and understand the fallacies of our pronouncements and indictments.

Tangled: The Politics of Black Hair

Black hair is political.

Many black women have vivid memories of being a little girl with hair as thick as wool that you couldn’t wait to ‘do something with’. Depending on the type and texture of hair you had, it wasn’t uncommon to be teased for being a ‘tough head gyal’, for having ‘kaya’ or ‘picki-picki’ head and the many other variations of the basic concept of bad hair that we accepted to be true, for the most part.

Most of us would get a perm somewhere between 12 and 16 years old and oh, the joy! The joy we felt at having straight, soft hair! A perm was somewhat a rite of passage for adolescent girls. Now you were beautiful, with the flowing, lustrous mane of a goddess to show for it.

Of course, ideas about beauty and our internalization of them are embedded in our psyche through centuries of colonial and elite domination. The denigration of the black body as unattractive, primitive and unworthy of love and respect is and has been a systematic undertaking. We learnt early that in order to be seen as beautiful and to attract boys we must aspire to Eurocentric ideas of femininity. A lot of the choices women make about our hair are subconscious and were fed to us before we had the ability to question and deconstruct them.

Personally, a great deal of my identity is linked to my hair. As an undergraduate at UWI studying Political Science and Africa and African Diaspora Studies, I embarked on a journey of self-acceptance through black consciousness and realized that I internalized Eurocentric ideas about beauty that weren’t in line with how I naturally looked. It took a lot of unlearning and relearning but at that point I decided to cut my hair and grow it out. I initially wore my hair for a number of years in an afro before I decided to get locs, which I have now been sporting for three years.

The reactions I got when I had my afro ranged from “yuh naa comb/do sumn to yuh hair?” to people saying they didn’t know I had ‘pretty hair’. By pretty hair they meant I had mixed heritage. The concept of ‘good hair’ peeves me and I usually ask what makes it good. For many who I asked that question it was an awakening because they had never stopped to think about why they held these views and what it means for themselves and black people generally.

We have seen institutional prejudice against natural black hair. It is treated as disdainful and women who dare to challenge the status quo and wear their hair the way it grows out of their heads are labelled untidy and unkempt. In Barbados, for example, an elite secondary school has banned its students from wearing twist-outs as that hairstyle was deemed inappropriate by the principal. And we all know of the state-sanctioned persecution Rastafarian men and women face(d) because of their hair throughout the region, and especially in Jamaica.

Fortunately, there has been an increase in the number of black women who are now embracing their natural, nappy/kinky hair. The natural hair movement is steadily growing and black women are forming communities – both virtual and physical communities – in an effort to provide support and encouragement for each other in the process of reclaiming their right to love their hair. This is a step in the right direction.

On the flip side though, these communities are often plagued with issues. Unsurprisingly, all black/nappy hair isn’t created equal and the politics within the natural hair movement as it relates to the hair types we celebrate often set us a few steps back. We tend to celebrate the loosely wavy and curly varieties while tightly coiled hair tend to still be the least desirable.

A lot of black women make excuses that their hair is unmanageable and that’s why they perm or wear extensions and wigs. I believe it is generally a cop out. Black women have been caring for their hair for centuries and if we want our natural hair to work then it can.

To be clear though, I am a proponent of women doing whatever the hell they want with their bodies and I do not negate the fact that many women want variety and to be able to do different things with their hair. That is perfectly okay, but if it is that the variety is everything except wearing your natural hair, then there are underlying issues that we must begin to unpack and deconstruct.

There is no denying that we are still walking around with a lot of the baggage that we were left with after slavery and colonialism. Our internalization of the supposed inferiority of nappy/kinky hair and our subsequent contempt for it is one such baggage. We must begin to untangle the roots of our oppression in order to forge our own path to self-love and acceptance.

Still I Rise: Reflections on IDAHOT

[This reflection was delivered at Prism on the International Day Against Homophobia, Biphobia and Transphobia — in recognition of the resilience of the LGBTQ community in Jamaica]

International Day Against Homophobia, Biphobia and Transphobia represents a worldwide celebration of sexual and gender diversities. The global focus this year is on youth and has created an unprecedented opportunity for activists and their allies at all levels to highlight existing initiatives and amplify their visibility.

To this end, J-FLAG has engaged with and provided opportunities for youth to be a part, and in fact the centre, of our celebration of the humanity and inherent dignity of the LGBT population. We’ve also sought to focus on the resilience of the community this year.

We have many stories of gloom and horror, but despite all of this the community continues to strive and to conquer in the face of every harmful act, every hurtful word and every hateful thought.

As an advocate I have lent my time and voice to a cause I deem to be paramount to the development of Jamaica. Without all hands on deck, without every citizen in every nook and cranny feeling that they belong here and that their contributions matter, we cannot be at our best.

As an ally and friend of the community I stand with all of you as you insist on and defend your right to be here; as you celebrate the progress you’ve made and as you remain hopeful that the best is still yet to come.

Being around and loving LGBT people, I have seen firsthand the effects of homophobia but I have also seen the strength and sheer will of LGBT people to live and love; to maintain in your hearts the true spirit of human dignity. You remain brave in overcoming all the obstacles you are presented with and I am often amazed at your ability to keep going when it must have been easier to roll over and die.

While we still have quite a way to go, I have also seen the progress that is being made in many sectors of the country. Indeed, there have been significant strides made in the race towards equality for gender and sexual minorities.

For the last two years I have been working on a health project where we train healthcare workers to treat effectively with the LGBT population. I have seen the growth of many of the participants as they become more and more understanding of the unique issues that plague the community.

We have also seen much improvement in other areas. Last year we saw the launch of the Respect Jamaica programme — a corporate Jamaica initiative which attempts to engender positive changes in the Jamaican society. The programme addresses discrimination related to colour, race, class, sexual orientation, those with special needs, the youth and elderly, among other things. The Respect Jamaica programme calls on all Jamaicans to stand in support of the marginalised and vulnerable in our communities – whoever they may be – to build our nation.

We also saw the acceptance of LGBT people at Christ Church in Vineyard Town. An ally of the community, Father Sean Major-Campbell urged the congregation and by extension the Jamaican population, in his sermon on International Human Rights Day, to uphold and respect the rights of each citizen, live together in peace in spite of our differences, speak up in defense of the human rights of the vulnerable, and to use the Universal Declaration of Human Rights as our guide to healthy living. In solidifying his message, Fr Sean washed the feet of two lesbians as a demonstration. He also invited a transgender male to share his experiences living in Jamaica.

These are but a few of the initiatives that are being undertaken to make Jamaica a more inclusive home for every single Jamaican. Let us celebrate the big victories as well as the incremental ones as it won’t happen in one fell swoop.

Progress will sometimes move at a glacial pace and we may become impatient because we should not in the first place have had to fight for basic respect and for our dignity to be recognised but remember justice never sleeps.

I stand with you as you defend your individuality. I continue to speak out with and for you, making it clear that your humanity is not in question because of your sexual orientation or gender identity; that you deserve the same respect that is afforded to every other Jamaican.

In the spirit of resilience and of this event, I would like to end with a poem. A poem that reflects the indomitable will not only to survive but survive as a human being.

Maya Angelou’s Still I Rise:

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may tread me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

 

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.

 

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

 

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don’t you take it awful hard

‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own back yard.

 

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

 

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

 

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

 

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

Let’s Talk Sex

Jamaica is a strange place. We are simultaneously hypersexualized and sexually repressed. We have a very sexual culture but we’re at the same time afraid to talk about sex. As I said, strange place.

I recently wrote about some of the issues plaguing our young people in my post “Child Month: Rhetoric or Real Commitment?” and I would like to continue that conversation with a focus on sex and how we are shirking our responsibilities to our children and youth.

Our teenagers are having sex. Ideally we wish they weren’t but they are. I imagine it is easier for us to bury our heads in the proverbial sand and pretend young people are saintly pilgrims of God who are waiting for marriage. Nonetheless, we absolutely must avoid the easy path in the best interest of our youth. The responsible thing to do is tackle the problems head on, regardless of how uncomfortable they make us.

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s look at the facts objectively and have a frank discussion about where we are falling short and what we must do in order to fix the situation at hand.

The 2008 Reproductive Health Survey published by the National Family Planning Board (NFPB) found that the mean age of sexual initiation for the 15 – 19 age group was 13.9 for boys and 15.3 for girls. The 2005 Jamaica Youth Risk and Resilience Behaviour survey also found that 12.8% of adolescents 10 – 15 reported that they had sexual intercourse. This is cause for concern for a number of reasons. Are these young people equipped with the information and tools to protect themselves if they are indeed engaging in sexual activities?

There is a raging debate going on about whether or not condoms should be made available in schools. While I empathize with the people who are against it, as I too believe young people should wait until they are physically, emotionally and financially able to take on the responsibilities that come with being sexually active, it would be remiss of me to not consider the fact that taking such a position is likely to do more harm than good. No amount of preaching and moral crusading will change the fact that many young people are having sex and need to protect themselves.

Along with not providing condoms, we have also been neglecting to teach children about the effects and consequences of sexual activity as well as other pertinent information to their successful development into conscientious and productive adults. The ongoing melee surrounding the HFLE curriculum proves how uncommitted we truly are to aiding and facilitating the development of our young people. Our discomfort with sex and sexuality cannot be reason enough to avoid teaching them important and valuable life skills (including information about drug use, sexual health, high-risk sexual behaviour and conflict resolution).

Children and young people have a right to effective sexual and reproductive health services. This includes making relevant resources and information available and accessible to them. Are we giving young people the information needed, such as those around sexually transmitted diseases and infections, including HIV and AIDS, to make informed decisions about their sexual health? We are simply not doing enough.

We must begin to question the strategies we have been using to address sexual attitudes and behaviours where our young people are concerned, as they are clearly not working. Let us take the proposition to raise the age of consent from sixteen years old to eighteen, for example. While that sounds like a good idea in theory, it does not hold water when scrutinised more rigorously. What exactly are we trying to achieve and what are the consequences of doing this? For one, we will be effectively barring many young people who are already having sex and many who will become sexually active from the necessary sexual and reproductive health services they need. And then of course we will feign surprise when they become pregnant and/or contract sexually transmitted diseases. It is an incredibly frustrating and unproductive cycle.

The hour has long gone for us to move past the stage of wishing chastity on our youth to actually making policies and acting in a way that reflects the reality of their situation. It is the responsibility of duty bearers, including policymakers, teachers, health practitioners, religious leaders and all of us who claim to have their best interest at heart.

Stop Policing Women’s Vaginas!

Calling women outside our names seems to be one of the favourite past times of many – both men and women – who hold very conservative views about women, their sexuality and how they express said sexuality. Bitches, hoes, sluts and most recently thots, are only some of the names we call women who may dress or behave in ways that are contrary to commonly held views that women should be sexually pure as well as conservative in their mode(s) of dressing.

Poor batty-rider loving me is already exempt from all the shackles perks of being ‘modest’. Woe is me.

In contrast to men, women shouldn’t have or have gone through too many sexual partners (read: more than 2). Otherwise, she is a thot. Such women should not be ‘wifed’, become a mother and should certainly not even be considered for a serious relationship. Because you know, her sexual history ruins her if it is not very circumspect. God forbid a woman enjoys sex and wants to have lots of it! *cue the ending of the world*

What’s even more ridiculous is that these same men enjoy women who are sexually experienced and adventurous. I often chuckle at the cognitive dissonance a man inadvertently experiences when he admits to enjoying a woman who can hold her own between the sheets (or on the fridge top, but that’s for another day) but thinks he can never allow himself to admit he wants more than sex from her. She has to, or at least appear to be, as close to virginity as possible for him to openly date her.

On the flip side though, she also can’t appear to be too nun-like. Lest she be called a frigid bitch. Why can’t we ever win? Sheesh.

These ideas about what women can and should do with their bodies are of course shaped by very outdated ideas we have about masculinity and femininity. Additionally, they result in many problematic societal norms.

Let us take slut shaming, for example. This is the act of calling a woman a slut (and other derogatory names) because of how she acts, what she wears and her choice and number of sexual partners. This is socially dangerous as it leads to the legitimization and acceptance of sexual offences against women. It is much easier to see rape as acceptable when we deem the victim to be ‘loose’. We seem to take pride in ripping women to shreds about their sex lives; in calling them sluts and whores. We revel in slut-shaming without understanding the consequences of our actions.

Contrary to popular belief a woman is never ‘asking for it’ or ever deserves it. It is NEVER the victim’s fault that she was raped, no matter what you think of her lifestyle. If a woman chooses to sleep with multiple men concurrently that is her prerogative. Do encourage her to pinch, leave an inch and roll but that’s as far as your input goes. The truth is, whether she has two, twenty or two-hundred sexual partners, it will not be a deterrent to a rapist. Rape is never about the victim’s choices but about the rapist(s)’ decision to forcibly have sex with another person.

Corrective rape is another issue we have to contend with because of these problematic ideas we hold about what women can and cannot do with their bodies and vaginas. Corrective rape is the act of forcibly having sex with a woman who is attracted to or appears to be attracted to other women. How dare a woman reject the awesomeness that is men (and their penises)?! High treason!

Men who engage in corrective rape often believe that a woman simply does not know what she is missing and that’s why she has ‘resorted’ to sleeping with other women. One experience with his magical dick and she will be cured from whatever demon she must be afflicted by. Such a Good Samaritan, just looking out for those who’ve lost their way.

Men seem to think women are here on earth merely to satisfy them. It is unfathomable to many that women can and do dress, behave and have sex with whomever they like and are comfortable with. Somebody should tell them this is 2015 and we will do whatever we wish with our bodies and vaginas. Go police that!

[N.B. Parts of this blog first appeared here.]