This is a serious post that has been sitting with me for quite some time. I’ve been thinking for the past few years about sexism everywhere, from home to work, to public places.
It was easier to deal with sexism at home, but like my private life, it is none of your business unless some prick is bugging you at home or in your private or work life.
Karte hain logon ki baat:
Having spent a great deal of time with left leaning, progressive, liberal men and wymen, I come across many salutations thrown at me like man, biologically deprived, dick, mister and then in the not-so-left leaning, conservative circles who address me with terms like paa ji or janaab or jatt or sir jee.
And then there is the blatantly classist, racist category of men and women who address me Bibi or Behan Ji or Aunty Ji or Motapa Maasi– lekin yeh categories qabil-e-muaafi hain because quite frankly, I am not sweet sixteen and to this mal-nutritioned, bulimic South Asian society, I appear to be horrendously fat like a woman who is either pregnant or mother of ten 10-pound infants, woh acceptable hai beta/beti, koi baat nahi.
I need to ask this question to the left-leaning, pseudo-intellectual liberals, what’s wrong with addressing someone with their name? What’s wrong with Fakhra? Why do people suffer from this toxic disease of genderizing anything that doesn’t fit their idea of norm? Too much of that harami Freud? Ya phir Fanon wali cognitive dissonance hai jis ko admit karne mein maut a jati hai aap logon ko.
What pleasure is there to derive in screwing with someone’s head like that? I really want to know. No wait. Please carry on. In fact, why don’t you just straightforwardly ask me to take my pants and shirt off, and probe my genitals, to check if I really am a man [with or without a dick], and really telling the truth about being raped and really bear evidence of corrective genderization?
That’s what you people are trying to do, no? Ready for another lesson, Fakhra? Let’s know about who you have feelings for and cage them for ourselves, how dare you have feelings for someone, Fakhra? You’re destined to stay loveless all your life and bow before us, Fakhra. How dare you fall in love, Fakhra, when you don’t have the privilege to? Gutter mein jaye tum sab ki gender wali PhDs, world-renowned statuses aur your feminisms.
I’m sorry to say this to anyone reading this (I don’t mean the 54 subscribers of this blog, not you, you are absolutely fantastic), I’ve had this frustration bottled up for over seven years! And enough is enough!
Shame on everyone ridiculing people like me with these gendered salutations, body shaming names, tactics, sexual and emotional abuse. Baghal mein churi, munh mein Ram, Ram teh Allah, Allah, may Wahe Guru instill some shame in you.
And to the left-leaning, liberal artiste category: Stop fucking publishing my pictures in the papers, without my consent! I’ll sue you!
Genderizing and objectifying a person is the worst form of sexism, people. It is showing like a voluptuous woman’s cleavage from a badly stitched dress by some beghairat tailor.
To associate female strength with male strength, wah wah, yeh sexism nahi hai to kya hai? Man hogi teri maan!
I’m a shareef insaan. I have character. I’m going to adhere to my sharafat and not name-shame anyone on this blog because some of them have tried to shut my mouth with money jobs and happy things like I’m a 2-year old toddler bound to bliss with the lure of the candy. Some of them think sugar-coated words will do the trick. Go fucking koochy-koo someone else, you bloody perverts! Sorry to disappoint, meri dunya paisay ki ghulam nahi hai or na hi sexual favors ki or na hi jhooti taareefon ki but sadly this is what you people have reduced me to.
Praise be to God for the love I have in my life now, I’m fighting to reclaim my real self aur khuda ke wastay mujhe ya to muaaf kar do ya maar do mujhe bhi because know this: You cannot force me to be who I’m not, try and there will be consequences because Khuda ki laathi be awaz hoti hai.
And to the men/wymen/boys thrown off by my biological depravity, fatness, ugliness and zero marital status: your dick is showing. Shove it and then zip it tight, you bastards!!
This is a very gentle reminder to check your privilege before you open your mouth and carelessly violate someone’s sense of self-worth. Sharafat isi mein hai keh aap apni sharafat per qaaim rahain aur mera peecha chor dain aur na hi koi umeed rakhain mujh se. Mein aap logon ko ab baddua tak nahi de sakti.
Mujhe ummeed hai sharafat ka najaiz faida nahi uthao ge agar auraton wali sharam baaqi hai aap logon mein.
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