So I am trying online dating. What else is a vegan heterosexual radical feminist to do? A guy responds to my ad. His profile name is Juicy Cucumber. I don’t know whether I should laugh or swear perversely. I do both. Later today, I am reading feminist blogs, and I come across this by the author of How to be a Rad Fem:
One of the conundrums for us heterosexual Radfems is our sexual attraction to our oppressor. You know the man you’re attracted to probably doesn’t share your warm fuzzy (humane) feelings – and almost certainly watches degrading porn – but you want to run your fingers through his chest hair anyway.
And I laugh. I really, really need to laugh.