My sister had 5 miscarriages. She just had her first child. I want to be happy for her but my feelings about her being a breeding slave for the patriarchy supersedes that.

I’m fighting a war against our systems of oppression. I’m fighting for my rights to abortion and birth control. I’m fighting for my right to be believed when I’m assaulted. I’m fighting for my right to equal pay for equal work. I’m fighting for my right to education. I’m fighting for my right to the legal protections against men who abuse me. I’m fighting for my right to social services. I’m fighting for my right to be seen and heard. I’m fighting for the rights of my fellow women. I’m fighting for my rights to health care. I’m fighting for my right to live safely in my communities. I’m fighting for all of these things every time I advocate for myself and the women around me. I’m fighting for my survival. I’m fighting against an institution that’s holding me back.<br><br>And my sister just spit out a fleshlight for the patriarchy.<br><br>And I want to be happy for her.<br><br>I want to be overjoyed for my sister. I know how hard she tried for this. I wish I could be happy for her.<br><br>But when I look at my sister, I see a breeding slave. I see a woman who was brainwashed into growing a baby for a system of oppression that is trying to kill women.<br><br>I see a woman who is allowing the patriarchy to use her body. And that’s heartbreaking.<br><br>I want to be a happy and supportive sister. But I’m a revolutionary first, because if I’m not, I risk my survival to the patriarchy.<br><br>So to my sister, I’m happy for you. I’m just not happy that the patriarchy won again.