There seem to be general rights speak that is spoken by men when they are questioning the privileges of masculinity. In particular around gender based violence. I have had the good luck/fortune to sit in the company of such men and they bring hope to my cynical heart. These men have found themselves at a point/moment/stage in their lives where they cannot ignore gender based inequalities. I would stick out my neck and say lesbian – feminism has a lot to do with this wake-up call.
In a time of commercialised lesbian politics where fear is clothed in the coolness of it, giving it, some shelf life in the mega store of identities. What can men with hearts and eyes do but try and engage with this supposed threat to the traditional, should I name it African Family. Even though it is expressed in a somewhat awkward manner, like an infant learning to walk, whilst hoping that their heads will not be bitten off in the process.
Such occasions give me the guts to talk my mind about this disease that we live with called lesbianism and its forcefully appropriated sister/mother/step-aunt, you choose, going by the name feminism. In such spaces I found myself free to name myself as part of the plague and totally deny it in the same breath. I can own up to the confusion of a space which has become so exclusive that it makes all other women except the self proclaimed lesbian-feminists want to run and hide behind their husbands, children, powerful jobs and even high heel shoes. We need some shine for those millions of women- feminists out there standing in the dark whilst the spot light is caught up with these women, should l say it, who believe that they can be men if they want to. Scandalous!
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