Acid ArMOUR

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Riot

grrrl!


THIS ZINE IS ABOUT NOTHING...

and everything

Because the world is ending and I haven't finish school yet


INTRODUCTION I have always felt a huge hatred towards the system, I hated how it made me self-aware and defensive, and also resented how it made my male peers powerful and in total control.

I grew up with a fake sense of stability, but was constantly reminded of my position as a woman.

In later years, I learned the hard way that being a woman was going to be a full on challenge. I love, womanhood, but it certainly makes me feel trapped in a game I'm not willing to play.

My

experience

with

femininity

was

easy

when

compared to my sisters of color and those who do not conform to the binary.

I look forward to a world where being female presenting

is

not

a

disadvantage.

I

no

longer

want to live in fear of what could happen to me if I'm a little kinder or a little mean. I don't want to worry about taking care of my girlfriends, or about choosing correctly my boyfriends.

I wish for a world that truly wants me safe.



I'm still navigating feminity

and what it means to be a woman


There are expectations of what I should become. Often I drown in them. Most of the time I must reinvent myself to flee.


MY DIVINE When I turned 15 I had a big party thrown, quinceañera, and a little ceremony was held. Once I remember, my grandpa told me, that said ceremony was an ode to me becoming a woman, and I was

excited,

because

it

meant

I

was

one

step

closer

to

becoming an adult.

Then the day of the ceremony came, and it sucked. The orateur said

some

things

I

strongly

disagreed

with.

"Your

duty

as

a

woman is to raise your children and be graceful" or something among those lines... Hated the whole of it!

I was fiftheen! Who tells a teenager that her only goal in life should be To Be A Mother and be Graceful. As if being a teen isn't hard enough, now I have to work towards being Motherly and Graceful...bullshit.

Then I understood, there was no way I could ever escape it. All women must gro trough it, the realization that most people wont expect anything from you other than children and perfection.

I felt the weigth of my future so heavy on my shoulders, almost as if my destiny was already set for me. I hated that part of my quinceañera. I'll be as imperfect and as unmotherly as I desire.

ASIGNED DUTY


I WILL NEVER OWN MY NAME My name is not mine, it was given to me by my parents. They decided I was to be named Mary. Then I was given my fathers lastname.

Did

you

know

our

mothers

also

don't

own

their

lastnames? They were given to them by their fathers as well.

Perhaps one day, I'll become a mother. And then my children, whom I carried in my womb for 9 months, won't carry my name. They'll be given my partners lastname, and not mine...I can't seem to comprehend why, why is it men that get to have a legacy, and we [women] just get whatervers left.

I wish to own my name one day, but I think...









THEIR JOB IS TO PROTECT THE PROTESTORS, THEY OFTEN USE VIOLENT MEANS TO DO SO, BUT THEIR FIGHT IS ALWAYS IN PRO OF WOMENS FREEDOM. THEY ARE THE WOMEN WHO NO LONGER WILL BE STEPPED UP ON.

police won't take care of us but women of the black block will!


THE TRUE ALLIES OF WOMAN KIND

women OF THE

bLACK bLOCK


I'm so tired of feminist feeling the need to tell men how beneficiary feminism is for them too so they could support feminism, men's incapability of supportinng the rights of women without receiving anything in return is part of the problem

You know, sometimes in life...you don't get a reward. There's nothing in it for you. You do it because it's the right thing. Why can't men ever think to do something for women and girls without expecting anything in return?


Feminism gotta be inclusive of ALL WOMEN




Thanks for reading


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