Pussy Riot: Whose Freedom, Whose Riot?

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Please reblog this radical feminist analysis of the Pussy Riot controversy.

Recently there has been lots of noise around the arrest of three members of Pussy Riot, a Russian anarchist female punk band. The media almost unequivocally represented them as the modern heroines of our time, fighting for freedom, democracy, sexual liberation and peace against a dark and ruthless dictatorship (articles are to be found in the NYTLe MondeThe Guardian, etc.) Feminist groups all over the Western world are sending links and petitions to “free pussy riot”, anddemonstrations have even been organised in support of the group by big institutionalised organisations such as “Osez le féminisme” (dare to be a feminist).

Now while I support without ambiguity the liberation of Pussy Riot’s members, it’s worth pausing for a minute to ask ourselves, as radical feminists, what the political dynamics are here. Why would Western media denounce so passionately the repression of feminists in Russia, when it usually only diffuses information that supports male supremacy and patriarchy? Feminism has long disappeared from any malestream media, except when journalists can turn it into male masturbation material, that is pornify either our suffering or our resistance to it. What’s going on here? Continue reading

Jincey Lumpkin: Getting Raped Does Not Make You a Lesbian

By Jincey Lumpkin

For a long time I was afraid to admit to anyone that I had been raped.

In 2005 I was date-raped. All my life I had been cautioned about rapists; I watched no less than a dozen Oprah shows about rape, and I received countless chain letters over email with tips on how to avoid being assaulted. And yet when it happened to me, I was so shocked that I didn’t know what to do.

I met my rapist on an Internet dating site. He wrote me a few emails, and one Sunday we chatted on the phone. During our conversation, we discovered that we knew a few people in common, people I met while away at boarding school.

The guy lived about two hours away, and he said, “Hey, I’m free today. Can I come down and take you out?” Since we had a somewhat shared history, I felt that I could trust him. Continue reading