Even in the 70s I did not feel physically insecure. I was walking late at night in the streets of Milan after the meetings of women, long, long, and came home full of thoughts and emotions. Radiant. We almost never think, but I felt that we own the roads, that nothing would hit us. Speaking with other women, I was reclaiming an interior space and I think it was this that I / we feel was inviolable (remember others saying the same thing). Only we could give access to our bodies, as our minds and hearts (as we talked about sex and penetration!). Mind you: I know what it means to feel your body too visible, as if the mere fact of carrying it around in public places, would make it attacked, breakable. But take the word I was also transforming the relationship with the public space (I do it easy, but it is not easy and is never over, although aging, along with the rest, it changes things). Then something happened, violence, and are surprised and saddened, but not questioned in my deepest convictions. So let me extraneous events such as Take Back the Night: I understood the political value, but I would return to a brittleness and insecurity that I felt. Maybe, deep down, for this reason I bothered.
Even now there is much talk of violence and return to read fragile and exposed female bodies, to protect, strengthen, to reassure. Even with the best intentions. I'm tired of these speeches. I do not believe, in fact I believe even less than thirty years ago.
I never want to talk about how and what women's bodies are exposed, at least not want to talk about in relation to the issue of male violence.
In this story there are normal human beings, with all their variety, and are women. Not very fragile, indeed mostly very resistant, short normali.E then human beings, men who have a problem: a potential for violence. Women the problem is not us, stop talking about noi.Vorrei instead that the problem was nominated for what it is. And so I would not ever read a newspaper headline that says "another woman who was raped" or beaten, but "another man lost control" yet another male attacked. I wish the men, all men, journalists, intellectuals and politicians included, really begun to think of as healthy carriers of something that can become very dangerous and that only they can do the math. Something that, when they want to do well, seek to exercise censorship, they fail to bring out and face. And even then avoid naming, preferring to direct their emotions on the piety of the poor women's bodies. Something so obvious and gross that disappears, which can not be seen unless there is clear desire to nominarlo.Per this I wish all those men would compete to become spokesperson for correct messages and awareness towards young men. I would like organizing round tables and debates in which they discuss and they squabble about their relationship with aggression and feel potere.Che (intellectually, emotionally, politically) that represents the greatest risk for all of them and younger generations of males, their uncontrollable tendency to regroup and rebuild at every level, the male cohort. And it appears that, for this reason and not because political correctness in the logic of equal male Democrats, emergency admissions femminili.Quanto to me by a man I do not want to be neither attacked nor secure (and the patrols can not in any case work just because it is not named and recognized the nature of violence). I would like to enter into relationship with me, a man who know it.
March 4, 2009 by Jordan Masotto
Newsletter N ° 3 - http://www.libreriadelledonne.it/
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