Monday, July 16, 2012

the eye of the beholder.

I think I'm just so turned off by muscular guys because they perpetuate the idea that men are the strong ones, the protectors, in charge. They reinforce the misogyny of a patriarchal society that belittles the abilities of women and has done so since the beginning of time. Men do not have to compete for women or win them like prizes by beating the shit out of each other with their big meat-heads the way rams do. This isn't animal planet. I do not need an alpha-male. So calm your pecs.

And I'm not all that attracted to "sexy" girls because "sexy" perpetuates the idea that females are made to be first and foremost visually appealing, objects to get off to. But women are more than breasts and skinny waists and carefully lined eyes. They do not need to lure me in with their appearance. I am not a female bird, attracted to bright, puffed-up plumage.

Not that there's anything wrong with being buff or hot. I just mentally connect those things to social stereotypes that bother me. And I don't mind if people want to look like this; I'm just not attracted to those types, personally.

In a relationship, I want things to be equal. I think that's why long-term, I only imagine myself with girls. It just seems more... "even," I guess, in my mind. I hate the thought of being seen by others as the weaker half of a relationship. I am aware that this is probably mostly in my head.

I definitely prefer the middle ground though, when we're talking looks and types. I like cute people and queer people. I like skinny jeans. I like cargo shorts. I like tank tops and sweatshirts and gauges and bare feet.

I guess I don't like gender or what it means in this society and I wish it didn't exist.

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