Wouldn’t You Like To Be a Dickist Too?
It is not as if feminist women do not already have the weight of the world on their shoulders, because, you know, men and male-identified women are not listening and just wish feminist women would shut the fuck up already. She (the feminist, gawd forbid if she is a radial feminist) is a total fucking buzz kill with all that clatter about wanting to be treated like a human and all. Knowing this, it seems that the last thing a self-proclaimed feminist would go out of her way and do, is make it known to everyone how much she still lubs the dick.
“I am a feminist but I still love the dick. I lubs falling to my knees. BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH. See, look at me fetch. I’m a good girl illustrating how naughty I can be, yeah, I’m a kewl unhairy non-lesbian non-spinster non-bitter feminist who likes the dick.”
We get it already. You like the dick. You love the dick. You worship the dick. It is established. In your feminist world, the dick is top dick. We got it. Memo received.
Now can we move on and, perhaps, talk about women? Or could you just be honest with yourself and not call or co-opt the label of feminist? Perhaps dickist is a more suitable identifying descriptor for your ideology.