I want sexism.

[vicarz]

I was watching that new to me but old fashion freak / naked ape video with the zombie stripper carwash...and thinking about objectification. Wendy dayglo hates the video as the music is base while the band are static boring men. Taking the music out of it, we inexplicably have a bunch of nondescript plain men being pursued and provoked by stunningly attractive (albeit dead) females. Men wear suits and sit in safety, while the borderline naked women spray themselves with water and soap, writhe, and otherwise make themselves terribly available, though these are unsafe women in an unsafe world.

I'm considered more progressive because while I was all about female objectification, I didn't just pursue attractive naked females - I sort of became one too.

I liked the image, the sexy person. I wanted to be the image, the sexy person. Perhaps that the easiest solution - just swap person for female, and heck for stripper while we're at it. It's just creepy that this diad is always sexygirl on display and the boy...is shopping for sexygirl. I mean we're supposed to recognize the power of the attractive female, but then the fact it's always one baiting and the other catching...that makes it creepy.

Objectification could work, be more consensual - or even fun - if it wasn't dictated by gender.

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[vicar.livejournal.com]

I like that perspective but I'm not sure where I / my views fall in it. I am so very oddly patriotic that I hate and rage against inequality - this "everyone can be president" mentality is expressed in my attempts not to judge anyone but then having to admit people make their life choices and have consequences.

I...hate sex work. I don't know exactly what I get from sexual exchanges, affirmation may be it, but whatever it is that feeling is erased by the exchange of money. Top/bottom is a hoot, but it creeps me out when it lacks switching. I can sympathize with the fem or other argument that abuse/exploitation is inherently bad. But role play? Perhaps there is a world where we fix "everything" and the kink vanishes or becomes as obscure as peanut butter fetishes.

I have this forming dream, not to be achieved, of inequality only after a life of choices, where people generally would like the trimmings of wealth and the lack of responsibility of poverty, and know they could be in the other role if they had worked / lived that way for enough time.