What a feminine syntax might be is not simple nor easy to state, because in that would no longer be either subject or object, “oneness” no longer be privileged, there would no longer be proper meanings, proper names, “proper” attributes… Instead, “syntax” would involve nearness, proximity, but in such an extreme form that it would preclude any distinction of identities, any establishment of ownership, thus any form of appropriation.
I think the place where it could best be deciphered is in the gestural code of women’s bodies. But, since their gestures are often paralyzed, or part of the masquerade, in effect, they are often difficult to “read.” Except for what resists or subsists “beyond.” In suffering, but also in women’s laughter. And again: in what they “dare” - do or say - when they are among themselves.
… I could not, I cannot install myself just like that, serenely and directly, in that [masculine] syntactic functioning - and I do not see how any woman could.
”—Luce Irigaray, This Sex Which Is Not One (Cornell University Press, 1985), p134-5 (via radtransfem)
Today, take out your spell for me, Today, take away your spell for me. Away from me you have taken it, Far off from me it is taken, Far off you have done it.
Happily I recover, Happily I become cool, My eyes regain their power, my head cools, my limbs regain their strength, I hear again. Happily for me the spell is taken off, Happily I walk; impervious to pain, I walk; light within, I walk; joyous, I walk.
That devastating rejection is absolutely inevitable. If you are serious and men realize it they will cease being attracted to you.
If you don’t play the game, the role, you are not a woman and they will NOT be attracted. You will be sexless and worse, unnatural and threatening.
You will be feared and despised and viciously maligned, all by men you know perfectly well you could charm utterly and wrap around your finger just by falling into the female role, even by men who have worshipped you in the past.
How is that possible? Obviously, because they never were worshipping you. That’s the bitter truth, and you’d better catch on now.
“You have to be prepared, then, to be not just unattractive but actually sexually repulsive to most men, perhaps including all the men you currently admire.”—Dara Densmore, On Celibacy (via radtransfem)
"It would take a denial of all cultural tradition for a woman to produce even a true ‘female’ art. For a woman who participates in (male) culture must achieve and be rated by standards of a tradition she had no part in making - and certainly there is no room in that tradition for a female view, even if she could discover what it was. In those cases where a woman, tired of losing at a male game, has attempted to participate in culture in a female way, she has been put down and misunderstood, named by the (male) cultural establishment ‘Lady Artist’, ie: trivial, inferior. And even where it must be (grudgingly) admitted she is ‘good’, it is fashionable - a cheap way to indicate one’s own ‘seriousness’ and refinement of taste- to insinuate that she is good but irrelevant.” — Shulamith Firestone, The Dialectic of Sex
I was surprised that I couldn’t find this quote on Tumblr. Felt a personal duty to add it.
"We [Bikini Kill] heard this interview with The Slits, where instead of answering boring questions in a standard way — questions like, ‘What’s it like to be a woman in music?’ — they had a tape-recorder and they were playing back witch laughter noises."