America the great dictator

I am an Iranian, by default I am maybe simultaneously the least and most qualified to write about this issue. I am not familiar with political terms so I am just gonna simply say what’s on my mind.

Ever since I was a child my government kept warning us about America the great evil, the one who installed the Shah, overthrew Mossadegh and the Iranian government was so adamant against America (or so they told us) that they raided the US embassy and took Americans hostage for a long time. And I believe that to this date we are paying back for it. I am horrified by what Iran did to those innove Americans but there is one thing that America is good at is milking that cow, no matter how they get it, they use that milk to invade countries and steal their resources in the name of injecting them (against the will of their people (on both sides) with the so called American democracy.

I used to joke that the only difference between Iran and USA was the language. There is so much truth to that. Americans show their ignorance by mentioning they think we ride on camels and speak Arabic (hint: Iranian speak Farsi/Persian) and Iranians show their ignorance when they think most Americans are heathens, while I know that the average American is way more religious than any Iranian ever would be.

Most of us have not seen the inside of a mosque for years, while Americans go to church at least a few times a year.

Back in Iran, I could buy morning after pill for less than a dollar without a prescription or anything, and I recently learned that the so called plan B that has so much negative talk around it and is sold for 50 dollars is only the morning after pill! My mind was blown!

I only started this post to say, that if by any chance Americans decide to re-elect Trump, they will have no right to talk about democracy in any way under any circumstances at all.

As the collective fanaticism in America votes a dictator in, they will lose the right to call themselves a democracy, and the only difference between Iran and America would be that we didn’t vote for our dictator.

So we just have to wait and see, if America wants to really have democracy or they just pretend they want to have democracy ?

My space

I come from around the world

I have always had a roof over my head

Even when I did not have a room of my own

And I have envied the travellers

With their world on their back

Living a life of their own

I encountered a lost soul, she said

I have nowhere to go, nothing to be,

No more, no more

And I just stood there nodding

Knowing where she was coming from

I have climbed the gifted tree

Looked the boogie in the eye

There is nothing scarier than knowing you’re the scarecrow

Better late than never.

They say it is better to get wherever you want to go late versus never getting there.

In Farsi, we have the same expression but it is specific only to physical distances and locations, which makes it rather limiting in meaning than its english counterpart that is more circumspective.

In English when you say better late, it could include anything, and I like that infiniteness about it.

If you are Logan (and I am sorry for spoiling the ending if you haven’t watched the movie(s) yet), it is way better to be late in dying than never to die, because that’s all he wanted to do, having lost all his friends and seeing the worst. Who are we to judge a dying man’s wishes?

If you are a late-bloomer and it has taken you years to realize your gender identity or sexual orientation, it is so much better to come out late and embrace your true nature than to never be able to do those wonderful things.

If you are like me and you realized only when you were in your late twenties what you actually wanted to do with your life, and that you didn’t know much about it, had no formal training in, nor previous experience and no connections to the industry whatsoever, you might think it is better to give it all up rather than pursue it. what you should keep in mind is, it is always, always better late than never. and you should never say never anyway, right?

So, what I am saying is, it doesn’t matter if you are 15 and trying to come out to your friends and family or you are 50 and trying to start your life over, or you are 34 and trying to do a total career change, it is never late, because if you look at it from my point of view, your other option is NEVER and that is too disappointing.

Go out today and be great!

On merits of being T****

This is going to be a controversial post. I know it as I write this. But, it has been on my mind forever, and three things happened recently that prompted me to be braver to talk about it.

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  1. As you know, it was my birthday recently, my 34th. every year as I approach the day when I was born, I make resolutions that I adhere to for the next 364 days. Mostly! on my 33rd, I decided to start eating healthy and working out which resulted in me losing 20kg of weight and gaining some muscles. I loved myself when I was overweight but I also think that we are in charge of taking care of our bodies. That was my main reason for doing it, not peer pressure, nor fashion nor even a boyfriend (I was single at the time and also during the past year). I learned long ago that I would not tolerate being in a relationship with someone who would not accept me the way I am and that will always stay true no matter what. So on my birthday this year, I decided that I will start the foundations for a headstand so that by the time I am 35, I will be able to do it. I just love the core strength that comes with it. I was talking to a guy friend (this guy is pretty much your classic patriarchal and chauvinistic guy) but he and I are not sexually involved (this is important in the story, just hold on). So I told him about my resolution and he said without any prompt or being asked: “but it won’t work, your neck will break if I try to f*** you in that position!” I was speechless. I was talking about an activity for my health and my benefit only, talking about my resolutions and here he was just seeing it from his point of view. Me as an object to be had sex with. I did not have any humanity or personality other than him being intimate with me in NEW positions!
  2. Yesterday, I was watching an Instagram live of a Farsi speaking feminist. she was explaining what the pyramid of misogyny is and how it starts from the slightest ignorance of women’s feelings and lack of empathy, to dehumanizing them and rape and it ends with physical removal of women that is called murder. She was talking about the things that have been happening in Iran for decades but especially the last three months (since before I immigrated to Canada), several girls were killed by their dads (in Iran, a man can kill his wife or children with no consequence as he owns them). and then they removed the picture of schoolgirls from math books, they condemned and threatened women who came forward with their #metoo stories, and to top it off they portrayed the 80th birthday of Shajarian (our beloved classical music artist) with no women in the picture! So you can see why she was talking about the basics of woman hating and at the same time getting bullied on her live so hard that she had to disconnect and start from the beginning with the comments off!
  3. And last but not least, last night I was browsing on Tik Tok as per usual, when this lady that I didn’t know (she was not from Iran or the middle east) came up in a video in which she was explaining that women’s arousal equals them not being tight (which is a good thing), but she had to make another video to reply to a MAN saying that and I quote “your wrong lady, we know when its not tight, pomegranate juice might help”. I did not have to read the name to know the signature phrase of pomegranate juice coming from Iranian male suffering like most Iranian men from micropenis.
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So, these things brought me to the verbal objectification of women that is a common daily occurrence happening to all women everyday. If you are a woman in Iran and have contact with men, there is a high probability of you hearing this phrase: “don’t pretend to be tight”. Yes, you read that right. Do NOT PRETEND TO BE TIGHT WHEN YOU ARE NOT BECAUSE THAT IS A HUGE FAUX PAS ALMOST PUNISHABLE BY LAW! well not yet, at least. But leave it to the average Iranian man to try and pass it up as law sooner or later. In a society where being tight is the only virtue you can bring to a relationship, pretending to suffer from it while you are not actually it, is a no no. You can only have a say, if and only if you are tight. You can only be serious if you can make a man feel big enough by hurting when they are inside of you. You can have terms and conditions only if you have that quality. If you are not tight or tight enough, you cannot disagree with a man, or ask for your basic human rights, because you do not have anything to offer, nothing to bargain with. It is only by virtue of tightness that you can have a semblance of being treated with a shred of respect. And in this world, when you prove your tightness through the physical act of intercourse, you will go up on the list of the women that can be called human, which is only his mother and now it can include you, until you stop being tight, that is.

Iranian men love traveling to Thailand to feel the tightness. Iranian men think that being tight when they are intimate with you is a sign of virtue. They refuse to believe that it is a sign of their inadequacy in making us feel comfortable enough to actually be aroused while being intimate with them. And if you have the misfortune of not being tight enough, you can always sit in a pool of pomegranate juice overnight to make yourself ready for your owner (aka husband/fiancé/boyfriend).

In a country where your only job is being a sexual object and your only value, tightness, in a country that ranks 140 out of 144 countries in the gender gap, there are still people who tell us that feminism is redundant and feminists are ISIS members and pornographers! The only thing that Iran can rank lower in, other that its currency, would be its male genitalia size (sigh of relief from Iranian men when they realize there is no such ranking)!

I recently figured out that the reason you have to ask permission from your husband to leave the country is, if you leave you will see other men and compare them with Iranian men and will definitely see the many things wrong with them and will most probably not want to be with an Iranian men. I love how innovative and smart, men are being with their patriarchy. They are true geniuses.

We as feminists have to learn to utilize the same evil genius against patriarchy. We have to stop playing by the rules of a society whose argument is your tightness. We have to as Mona Eltahawy says: “F*** the Patriarchy!”

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Happy Birthday to ME!

it is my birthday today.

I realized as the egotistical egomaniacal self absorbed narcissistic birthday-frenzied overdramatic queen that I am, I could make a whole post for my birthday, and no one can be able to interfere.

If you want to know how self obssessed I am, you should know I didn’t even start this post todaty, I have started it exactly a week earlier. And that is not even the closest time I have started my birthday. I have already had two birthday gifts, that is how demanding I can be.

I love surprises, but am better at making them happen that having them happen to me. Because surprise! I am a control freak. But I am very eloquent, so I just say that I am meticulous, into details, intricate and super organized. I think decorum and form matter.

So, what, you ask is so special about my birthday. Well, everything and nothing. There is more than 8 billion of us, and my story as unique as it is, must have been repeated maybe not in the same exact way under the exact same name, but in different versions at least a thousand times. Not to take into account parallel universes and incarnation, if you believe in those things.

I believe in parallel universes. and Karma, but not Incarnation.

I believe Unicorns are real and magic exists and my wish is for mammoths to come back to life, so much so that if I were a billionaire, I would donate to any scientific project that was invested in conducting research on it.

Having said that, I believe in a version of God that is Feminist and non-binary.

And I believe that prophets are superheroes and their miracles are their superpowers and the strongest magic in the world is HOPE.

I believe I can incessantly about these things and all that matters in the end of this day is that I was born.

More on my life story later.

Last but not least, Happy Birthday to ME!

Why Do I Like Romantic Comedies?

First and Foremost, please know, before reading ahead that I am a Feminist. It defines me. It is who I am, who I want to be. I identify as feminist, more than I identify as a cisgender bisexual woman.

Yesterday, I was watching Silver Linings’ Playbook, not for the first time, but for the first time with a guy, my boyfriend. He had said he wanted to watch the movies that I watch and like.

The thing is that Rom-Coms are not even on the top of the list when it comes to what movies I would like to watch. For me, the way it goes is I do NOT watch horror movies because I will have to literally sleep with the lights on and look behind me every 3 seconds for three months straight every time I watch one. The last one I watched was The Invisible Man in March and by the end of June I had logged so little good sleep due to the lights being on all night and my eyes not getting any rest. I have no one to blame for that. As a feminist, I made myself watch it. I really am interested in and terrified of GASLIGHTING, which this movie promised to be. So, I had to watch it. Women issues come before sleeping.

Now that we have established what kind of horr-ible (P.S. I love word plays) movies I don’t watch, we will see what the process actually is for the ones I do watch.

I organize my to watch list, like I organize everything else. Based on Priority, haha.

What are my priorities you ask? good question!

I do not have a specific genre that I stick to, I mean if it comes to it, I will choose Indies over other movies. But my go to criteria is the subject matter, director, Rotten Tomato score, reviews, trailers, actors, my own mood, friends’ recommendations (not many people fit in this category, haha), availability of the movie.

So, I could basically watch anything as long as the subject matter appeals to me. My least favorite subject matter to this date as SNL put it: “White Male Rage”. So, it is a fair field, if you have a recommendation, come forward, I am always open to suggestions. But you only have one strike and you are out. So, thread carefully.

This all being said I have watched and still watch my fair share of romantic comedies, which I recently had an epiphany about, which brings us to the featured photo for this post.

The reason most women would rather watch rom-coms than any other genre (the second one being horror movies, I guess, based on consensus form my acquaintances), is that it is the only genre that has any interest in depicting a woman in any capacity. Up until recently there were no roles for women in life and in movies, if you wanted to see a woman you had to watch Family Man with Nicholas Cage as the lead actor to get a taste of what Tea Leoni was feeling as a woman. Even rom-coms were named after men, we are only here to support. So, of course I will jump at the idea of watching The Good Wife & Grey’s Anatomy, and stay clear of Breaking Bad (obvious reasoning here).

Horror comes second in female favorite genre as in it we are at least victims, we get some airtime of our own and that in itself is precious.

Men get offended usually, when I say I have no interest in watching their favorite series or movies, siting their high scores and reviews (as if most critics weren’t men talking about what men made about men! Irishman being case in point). But when I say that I watch only material made by women, for women about women they frown upon my extreme feminism as if they have not being doing the exact opposite all their lives!

Not only men only watch movies about men made by men, they call rom-coms sappy and feminine, in order to relinquish even the slightest responsibility to learn about women or watch them in action.

I don’t think there is any shame in watching rom-coms. The only reasoning that is used to make it to be inferior is that women are supposed to be of inferior importance so that anything about their worldview is intrinsically less valuable. It certainly is not. Calling them chick flicks and things that men are forced to watch on dates is also sexist. If we have to watch star wars to get in your good graces, that is worth 100 rom-coms at least that you need to watch to compensate for us losing brain cells watching star wars.

My solution to all this misogyny is watching Indie movies that are about people, women, men and children with a brand new attitude.

Last night, I watched Lynn and Lucy and it was glorious. Recommended.

End of Epiphany.

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