This is not a "hate" thread to women or femininity. I spent the past two days close to suicide hopes and fairy tales.... and I realize I hate being trans because I do not think I am a real woman. Thus, a man in a dress. Besides the point all my dreams are obsess over love. True love. Beauty ties with it... and I see how society prizes beauty and places straight (or not) feminine womens happiness on pleasing a man. Gay culture too to an extent, but feminine men.
Why does a man matter so much to a woman? Disney movies popularize this... even the evil Queen of Snow White was obsess over her .... being the prettiest, and couldnt accept her natural beauty when she was already pretty.
The only woman confident over herself was Ursula, the drag queen in the sea. As evil as she was, which she wasnt but more of seeking power of the sea, she didnt envy Ariel but use her as a pawn; Ariel was obsess with being with her man.
It comes to my conclusion... that I think beauty is only to be used as a tool but not as a self confidence boaster.
Men arent needed for happiness (same for men to women or just lovers), but rather just a benefit for overall life.
Im leaning a feministic viewpoint because I am tired of society making women into dolls. When women are human beings who age, get fat, and scarred up just like a man. Even the idea of make up (wasting an hour on your face) seems silly. If it makes YOU happy thats different... but its like "why?" Why be weak submissive or febled?
I dont mean become a man... but its like even my favorite heroin of all time... Scarlet OHara depended on a man to be happy. She should had given up on the men who couldnt truely love her.
Thus... the only woman I can respect is Madonna... she embodies being a woman but not a victim. As far as pop culture. More so than Beyonce or any strong woman... because shes not afraid of ugliness or hiding your age. As far as Im concern... strength lies in conquering all your weaknesses.
Take as you want.
But it makes me wonder.... even the notion of passing is unnecessary. We dont need to pass... we dont need beauty.... we dont need a man a woman or true love....
We need strength in doing what we need to be happy... and letting the arrows in our armour not kill us... and surviving this life...
Imagine if we were acid scarred victims and estrogen couldnt help us and we were beyond hope for transistion.... live or die? I think if we have two hands we can help people still and even through our ugliness we can bring beauty to the world. Save lives from death. Humanity is at stake.