Mistakes

Your growth in life is dictated by your ability to reflect, and your ability to cohesively take the most pertinent information and lessons from your past without getting stuck there. Lessons are derived from mistakes, these inevitable experiences that make life, lived.

I haven’t taken much time to respect my blog with all the holidays and finals that have plagued life currently, but I was still thinking about what I wanted to write, if anything. What would I want to explore after my mini hiatus. And it came to me in a lecture after receiving an exam and looking at a few mistakes I had made, that this post, this entrance back into my blogging life would begin with mistakes. The making, the fallout, and the learning received from mistakes. I've been on this earth for nearly twenty years now and mistakes and subsequent lessons have afflicted them. But I don’t use the word afflicted to express a disdain to the experience, mistakes are necessary life experiences that are constantly deemed as bad when there purpose is to enlighten one’s life. It’s a perspective specific understanding, and for pessimistic people perhaps they want to believe that mistakes are always bad; but that’s just not true.

Sitting there mistake began to take on this magnanimous definition as I started to think about it in a larger, deeper context. Mistakes I made as a kid, as a human, as a girl, that I’m currently making; it was overwhelming but the thought that consumed me the most was how I didn't want those mistakes that I made for my future daughter(s), for my future children in general (this post being within my feminist blog, is why it’s geared towards girls; not to exclude any guys), for any girls that gets the opportunity to read this post, or meet me. Blood or not I didn't want to think that the cringing sensation I felt sitting in that lecture hall as I relieved my most foolish mistakes would be lived by some unknowing girl.  I’m tired of stepping on my fellow wo[man] when there down, I feel as though were almost taught in the subject of belittling one another and tearing them down.

I’m done.

Learn from my mistakes instead of being stupid enough to make the same ones. You know that feeling when you’re thinking about something and it just triggers a memory; and it’s not living in regret it’s just a trigger to your past and it’s like relieving this embarrassing, debilitating experience that I can’t understand why I did it, frankly I didn't know who I was, which was largely why I did it. Looking for attention from people who had their own ulterior motives, desperate to fit into a crowd that society should have never put on a pedestal. Sometimes I even emit the strongest of feelings; hate. Hate towards myself more than anything, and I hate that too. I’m trying to pay it forward rather than be on standby and watch someone else make that mistake. And I realize that some mistakes are necessary and destined to be made but that’s not a true all.

I wasn't always a feminist, but I was always human. I write this post specifically appealing to the female youths that will come behind me. It’s never too early to be the example, but sometimes it can be too late. I write often about pride and self-worth, particularly in young women but it’s an acquired knowledge. No one comes out the gate with this full understanding of: who they are, what they are, and the abilities they harbor. It’s an anomaly. It’s a growing process that through the making of mistakes and through the growing as a person you will eventually realize who you are as a person. And I want to make that clear, it’s not an overnight process, it’s an evolutionary one.  

You’ll be ever evolving as a person but knowing your core principals and beliefs is what sustains who you are as a person; and your ability to evolve is based on what you take from your experiences; from your mistakes. If you take all the bad, all the negative from your mistakes rather than trying to find the lesson, then you’ll never go anywhere, you will never evolve. But if you take a minute to look at the situation from every angle rather than the most negative, jaded position you’ll realize that there’s more to a mistake then the error made but that there’s actually some valuable aspects you can take from it. Think of it as thrift shopping; a lot of times it’s a huge

 mass of clothing, and you have to sort through the racks and piles to find those gems, that perfect flannel shirt, or throwback Hammer time pants… and just leave the rest. I  

lol from Hammer to Harem

 can’t say I've enjoyed making mistakes, or at least I haven’t enjoyed most of them, but they were worth it to get to the best Imani I can be and now I’m going to hold the door open, open for our future.

One of my favorite Fiona Apple songs...her view on mistakes, which I enjoy...sort of Amy Winehouse-esq

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pokyLl-633o

Feminism Poem

I am woman hear me roar, no hear me, I’m right here

Blood stains on the wall

I’m here is my presence worth nothing?  Does my assertiveness not scare you at all?

I am the gorgeous creation from our mother Eve, and I want to speak for the women here

We are not things for you confused individuals

We are not robots, and we don’t say “how high” if someone dare say the word “jump”

I think particularly of the young girls I encounter, confused of their worth

Disrespected, ill-treated, disregarded

Treatment they find okay? Is this the generation of today?

My mind spins, the surface murky please look at your sweet face

It glints back at you, an allusion of oculatory suspense

Understand that’s not how he should speak to you, dare him to hit you, and challenge him to respect you

You own the confidence of yourself; you are the holder of the master key that opens your pride, self-regard and dignity

These words flow from my mouth, extend to my keyboard and yet I still myself fail to take heed to the wisdom that spews from the inner consciousness of myself...

-Imani Seymour

Pathetic Tactics of a College Guy

Men are adults who sometimes act like dogs, young men are dogs, and boys are puppies.

The guys you’re meeting in college fall under the category of young men: dogs. This is not to disrespect or denounce men, young men either, but I’m here. I see it. And by George I’m blogging about it.

Pathetic Tactics of a College Guy:

1.      Roll up to the scene with his ceiling meaning, i.e.: attempting to woo you with his lack of charm and severely acne covered face. He calls you “beautiful,” says all the right things…to you and YOUR friends because getting in good with the females you surround yourself with only makes for better standings when all the girls gossip about him later. 
2.    Meet the boys. Now it’s time for you to meet his crew, so now they too can gossip but now about you and pretty much let him know whether or not you’re worthy his time, and anatomy. Usually done in a causal setting like a party, perhaps a late night dinner, or an evening of smoking/drinking. Whatever your vice or scene he wants his boys okay…unless you’re going to be the fuck buddy he hits and then forces to leave at 3am before sunrise.
3. Sleepover PG-13 addition. You've moved up to a sleepover; but usually you don’t come over under the premise of a sleepover but this night, suddenly he wants deep conversation…intellectual or otherwise. He wants to “know” the girl he’s been fawning after (LOL) who you are, your moral code, which usually will be a good indicator of how far you’re willing to go sexually too. You hang with the guys again, as they get a better view of you in a better lit room, perhaps you even bring over some girlfriends to even out the playing field and offer some comfort so you’re not totally this new guy. And after all this conversation, and possibly food if he has some, I mean damn at least some water, it has suddenly become too late for you to go home and he’s simply too god awful tired to walk you home [insert body in bed]. “You can sleep here tonight.” The fatal words that solidify your location for the next several hours. He’ll be sweet and nice, and offer you half his bed, a shirt to sleep in, and a toilet to piss in. After all it’s just two friends sleeping in a bed together…
4. The OFFICIAL sleepover. Now he has officially invited you to his place of residence, otherwise known as a 12’x12’ dorm room. Odds are he’s gotten too ballsy to even pick you up from your dormitory hall and you make the trek alone. You get there and he seems more douchbaggier than
   
   ever, he’s under the impression he’s going to get some tonight, and in some cases he will. He’ll attempt to entertain you with some mindless, mundane activity, like tv before taking it to the bedroom. Some more mindless gibberish will come out his loose lips and before you know it he’s putting on the moves fast and furiously. Kissing, making out, he’ll probably want to be orally copulated, which probably won’t be given in return, and I mean if he can get a home run he’ll try it too! But odds are the buck will stop at his own satisfaction and he’ll proceed to pass out after his physical expression of pleasure. 
5. The OFFICIAL sleepover: R rated addition. Now this is the           second option within the OFFICIAL  sleepover. After oral is received by the male participant, he might be ready for the main course.  (Oral was just an appetizer, the Hors d’oeuvre if you will) Anyways he goes in for the catch and hopefully has some form of protection, some guys are less inclined to wear any, and other guys actually realize their in college to get a degree not bring home a bouncing bundle of unwarranted and undesired bliss. But let the in flagrante delicto ensue, and after the humping, groaning, and moaning, it’s over, and he’ll  proceed to pass out after his physical expression of pleasure. Depending on how good it was, this  action might happen a few more times on different occasions before he deems you boring and the process will start all over again with another unknowing participant. Although some females know exactly what their getting into others, usually freshman claim they have an understanding of the situation but being in a dark room within such tight proximity and hard objects around soon realize they had a very distorted understanding of the situation they had dug themselves into.

And that in a nut shell is the tactics young men will use in an attempt to increase their “body” count
Again this is an opinion of my own, based off experiences I've observed and witnessed, so don’t hate me!

Feminism: Feminist?

Feminism – the advocacy of women’s rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men. Prominence arose during the French and American revolutions in the late 18^th century.

Derived from the French word: feminisme

-New Oxford Dictionary

                I feel as though there’s looseness as to how the word feminism is used and how the tittle of feminist is applied.

Being in college I've notice a new wave of young women rallying in the name of feminism and identifying by it, and that’s great. Beyond the educational experience one should be getting from college it’s hands down the most formative years for the future individual you will be; the person you’re becoming. An aspect of this growth process will of course be dedicated to one’s sexuality, and for some women (and men, but for the purpose of this post it’s strictly women) that means going through this almost explorative experience with multiple male or female partners, which I’m not condemning. But then these same young women identify as feminist after the walk of shame they shuffled through earlier that same day; and that confused me.

 You don’t just “put on” feminism or being feminist when it’s convenient for you and “take it off” after you've finished your charade. Feminism or being a feminist is a thought process, a mindset, a movement of advocacy. This misconception that one can be feminist when it’s fitting at that appointed time is a complete oxymoron. Being a feminist as far as I’m concerned is a very admirable tittle that unfortunately tends to get a bad reputation.

This new trending belief system (odds are it’s been around, but simply closeted) that one can be a feminist in the day and whoring around in the night is very unorthodox to me. Granted it’s a very touchy subject;  the relationship between feminism and sexual tendencies.; and there is a fine line between observing and realizing your sexuality as a woman…after all pussy power is the main title of this blog. And I advocate the understanding of one’s self to the fullest extent, that including your sexuality and what it harbors and possibly benefits in your life. But if your habitats include laying your worth down at the wayside for the first cat-call of the evening…I mean if you even respond to cat-calls as a woman in general, whether you identify as a feminist or not, is a serious problem.

Nevertheless my point is not to reign down some doctrine on how women should behave, sexually or otherwise, but don’t claim something you aren't. How can I take you seriously if I know your respect for yourself concludes at the different door you enter each night? Now again, I am not saying “Oh all feminist should be the reincarnated Mother Teresa.”

This is merely one person’s opinion; mine. And although this blog is fairly new my beliefs are not. I am not saying this is applicable to every young woman/woman feminist or otherwise but simply something seen in my experience thus far.

Attaining equality has and never will be easy; we started this crusade for rights over three centuries ago and the fight is still ongoing. That should speak volumes in of itself. I mean please have your sex, enjoy It too because being a feminist doesn't mean a loss of sexual freedom rather the gaining of freedom through the understanding of the worth you have as a woman.

Phew…I think I’m done lol

Blog Update:

I've noticed as of late that this blog has quickly evolved into more of an avenue that really explores feminism, rather than my original intention to explore the power of pussy…and I like that.  I guess it is become multifold if you will, and I think I want to equally dedicate opinions and thoughts to both because believe it or not, realizing that your femininity is power in itself is knowledge. I believe the two are closely related but the latter tends to be more of a taboo topic, which I hope to change. Please stay tuned to new and upcoming posts that will either incorporate or be directly related to either the power of pussy or feminism, whether it be a certain aspect or a more broad post discussing feminism overall.

Blog updates are simply messages written from myself directly to my readers informing of new changes and/or updates. These updates are in no way related to the post it is attached too and our solely designed to inform of changes occurring in regard to the blog.

Modern Day Feminism

Firstly I wanted to give thanks to my viewers and those following! We reached over 100 views just before the first week anniversary! This is a huge accomplishment for me and it’s a true testament to myself, that what I’m doing is worth it.  

I had been thinking about how this blog metastasized into this unique channel to discuss feminism and the thought occurred: Just what is modern day feminism? Or who are modern day feminists? 

Mega music star Beyoncé used the terminology in a recent interview:

Beyoncé is a singer, actress, businesswoman and mother, and in a new interview, the multi-talented 31-year-old calls herself a "modern-day feminist." "I do believe in equality. Why do you have to choose what type of woman you are?" she (Beyoncé) told the British version of Vogue.

http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/beyonce-calls-herself-a-modern-day-feminist-20130403#ixzz2jQSyZESO

But I questioned, do I even consider Beyonce to be a modern day feminist, or was that her own ill chose label..

In my last post I discussed the transformation feminism or the symbols and individuals that represent the ideology have transformed, and what it currently is for my generation. Feminism does have an overarching definition but throughout time, like all things it has evolved into three waves. But I haven’t truly taken the time to give fair discussion to what modern day feminism is, and what that phrasing incorporates that differentiates from good ole’ feminism.

I sort of see feminism as two ways in this current day and age. You’re standard stuck up white, baton-up-her-ass, old woman that sort of embodies old feminism but might allow some components of modern feminism in her thought process. 

And then you have the bitchin, fairly rude, sexy, I- don’t-need-no-man-don’t-want-no-man, modern day feminist who wants to debate and fight you on every bloody point they find to be right. I’m not saying this is the only modern day feminist you’ll find but a large portion of women seem to have taken the ideologies of feminism and transformed it into this taking up of arms, and bickering of “Oh I don’t need a man.” “Fuck patriarchy.” Or the lovely hashtag that I've noticed in passing other modern day feminist blogs…#killallmen. I wish I could say I was lying but feel free to search the hashtag and shake your head in disgust of these particular individuals.

That’s simply never what feminism was about; whether it is modern day feminism or classical; it’s all defined the same as the upliftment and power of women, NOT at the expense of degrading men.  Yes we were originally fighting oppression that was generated at the hands of men but that doesn't mean we start degrading and disrespecting in return.

The movement was started, at least in the Western world out of women’s suffrage; simply trying to get small rights like: women having reproductive rights instead of producing children every 9 months, being able to actually go to the police and not get kicked out on their ass when they explain to authorities that there spouse just beat or sexually assaulted them. (Both topics still needing severe ratification; 1 in 4 women have and will experience domestic violence usually at the hands of a spouse or intimate partner. Furthermore many countries still don’t recognize spousal/marital rape as actual rape.)  I mean arguably that’s where most feminist movements throughout the world regardless of region start; women attempting to get control of their own bodies; of their body’s reproduction and receive some level of respect.

I think the bigger issue at hand is what are feminist of today, modern day feminist fighting for? What is there cause exactly? Because all I notice is a whole bunch of arguing on social media sites like Facebook and Twitter, about topics of no merit, like why women shouldn't make sandwiches anymore. It’s not about any unity or coming togetherness and it leaves me questioning what kind of feminist I fall under; by default I’m in the third wave (feminism is sectioned off in three waves, identifying time periods and struggles throughout) but do I truly want to be classified as a modern day feminist?

I’m not here to fight to the death about my opinion; I’m simply here to offer it. To discuss women’s worth, and if along the way I can offer a glimmer of light or finally allow a woman to realize she’s more than her lady parts, that’s great too.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HiqmZLOaD8o

Team Women

Team Humanity

Women

So I was discussing with a friend this blog; its birth and how it had begun.

Frankly it was a realization of female power based on the anatomy we are inherited. She told me it was a contradiction due to the fact that I choose to use the word pussy.

Pussy is granted a very crass word, but it isn't meant to degrade women in any way, shape, or form. And Vagina Power just didn't have the same twang. ..well not to me.

As a woman you’re power is hardly subjected to your lady parts; its power found all throughout us as individuals. What makes women powerful?  

The ability to put your all into everything and keep from complaining. Going after what you want in life.

Respecting yourself and others; realizing your worth and not thinking the buck stops between your legs.

Speaking up against wrong doing, speaking up for you; for yourself.

The inspiration you fuel in other women around you. I’m not saying, “Oh you need to be the next Oprah..” Inspiration can be right within in your home to the daughters and sons those of us raise. To the girl down the street or a young girl who doesn’t have an inspirational focus.

At the end of the day making a change in your life; in your family; in your community; in our world. And that will only help to enhance your own life. Powerful women fill this world; recognition is sadly few and far in between but it doesn't negate the fact that we inhabit this world. 

This blog was designed to discuss the power aspect we harbor, and I could easily create a contrasting blog about the power men have in regards to women, or other men if that happens to be the case.

Women are powerful and worth it. Not because of anatomy, because of everything they do; everything they represent.  But their anatomy does help the cause; a super power if you will. SO this blog isn't designed to disrespect any woman, if anything it’s an avenue for feminist power to be heard and perhaps seen from a perspective that is easier for my demographic to understand.

Feminism of today, for my generation tends to be masked in this stuck up, middle aged, graying, white skinned, baton up her ass type woman, and that doesn't have to be the case. Feminism is advocacy of rights for every and all women. We don’t have a Rosie the Riveter of my generation; she’s just a figure in a textbook.

 Sadly girls have other things, (I find it quite difficult to use the word woman, or female for some of these over publicized individuals) anyway these people are just over sexualized Barbies who use their anatomy as the premise for their entire cause. Whether it is music, acting, dancing; all three..even though most of these celebrities can’t execute one much less all three. Names aren't necessary as I’m sure we all know some so called female celebrity that gives a bad name to women anywhere.

I am a woman. And I love women. I respect women.

#feminism

 

This does not mean I hate my male readers lol, it's a joke!! :)

https://soundcloud.com/purplepr/beyonce-run-the-world-girls

Well women, not girls...but you get the gist! 

When Did you Realize the Power of Pussy?

After the last post I questioned when I truly realized the power of pussy. The power of female anatomy.

I think I was probably 12, it was fifth grade. There was this girl named Briana who, for her age incredibly well developed, even I envied her. Puberty was doing her a ton of favors. Anyways she wasn't the brightest intellectually but apparently that wasn't too much of an issue either. With her snug little Abercrombie top she strode through the class to little Peter so and so. A male of distinct lack of physical appearance and popularity was simply flabbergasted to even be conversing with her. We had some silly diorama assignment due, we all had to make a germ; I remember that. I was an infectious disease specialist; I made a 3 dimensional bacteria!(Shout out to my mom, lol she has amazing abilities with clay)

Within about five minutes of the one sided conversation that was simply Briana's motormouth going nonstop while Peter sat stupefied, she had someone to not only be her partner but execute the entire project.

Like this girl was 12. How did she even have an understanding of what she was doing?

I questioned what abilities she possessed to even achieve such a rapid and effective response.

That's when I knew we as girls at the time; now women had super powers. Lol the overstatement of the year? I think not

While there is a dual relationship to this situation, males do own their own power; penis power.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=bqg_ceFM30I
If you didn't already watch this video from my last post please do.

Predator mode!!!

Its a definitely a dual language if you will; but I feel as though women realize their inherited power before their male counterparts. I'm sure Briana has been making a killing through life utilizing her power(s), I'm not exactly sure how beneficial that will be to her life on a whole, but for now and until then I suppose she'll use what she has to the best of her ability~ 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7kxTPbB4S4

Lol I had too.
Iggy Pop

The Power of Pussy

This blog was born out of, believe it or not a lyric from a rap song.

Drake's latest album, Nothing Was the Same has been an enjoyable listen for myself, and his lyrical content has been more truthful, honest, and blunt then ever before. Finally coming into his own as a seasoned rapper, I think he's come to realize he can drop relevant, truthful lines because he's got it like that now. The fans, the fame, the money. Fresh out the gate, most artists don't want to step on toes, or make their presence known at the expense of other artists, but after a point of continued success you now have that right in a sense to come out of your shell, drop the shit that you've always wanted too, and not be phased by the backlash, because you're at that level, because you've attained everything you were trying too which was the fans, the fame, and the money.

Anyways this blog isn't dedicated to Drake, although I'm thinking about it know that I've started writing about him a bit lol, but the lyric came from the song, Connect, a slow tempo discussion of a toxic relationship with a female he simply can't move himself to leave, with the repetitive use of the word swangin discussing his movement back and forth to this female's place of habitation. (The word swangin has a few other meanings within the song as well) Moving on, the one line that would continuously stick out each time I would listen to this song was:

"She just wanna run around the city and make memories
That she can barely remember
And I'd allow her, talk about pussy power
She just wanna run over my feelings
Like she drinking and driving in an 18 wheeler
And I'd allow her, talk about pussy power"

As I continued to listen to the song, rehearing the lyrics time and time again, the words were further ingrained in my brain. ...talk about pussy power 

Pussy has power.

I know that, but it wasn't anything I'd ever taken the time to truly decipher. No doubt women had control over men, and in certain cases women due to their anatomy, and pussy power has been a career for women since the beginning of time.(There were prostitutes in Ancient Greece, believe it or not, it was a prominent and lucrative business since then.)

Pussy has power, and I think this blog will be a nice avenue to discussion,story tell, and above all else respect and praise the power of pussy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=bqg_ceFM30I

I figured this would be a nice place to start, aha.