Among us: empathy, camaraderie and sisterhood

 

If you've never knelt before a man, if you've never suffered from partner violence, if you've never had to serve a man and work for him for free, if you're proud of yourself because you don't depend on a man economically or emotionally, it's normal that you find it difficult to understand why so many women in the world are suffering exploitation and violence from their partners.

But surely you can work on empathy within yourself to try to understand that the victims are not to blame, and that there are women who have been raised to be addicted to romanticism and to spend their lives taking care of a man, enduring, tolerating, and sacrificing themselves for him.

Romantic love is a trap for many women because the whole system is geared towards making us believe that happiness lies in marriage and family, even though the statistics on gender-based violence, violence against children, violence against the elderly, and violence against pets within the "happy family" context tell us the opposite.

Home is the most dangerous place for women, and for millions of them, escape is impossible. The more children they have, the poorer they are, the more trapped they become.

But there are also free and economically independent women who are imprisoned by love, and they could get out of it, but they don't. It's because we've been made to believe that suffering for love is rewarded, and they have to realize that it's a lie. That suffering has no reward and is not worth it. And that takes time.

Why is it so hard to leave? Because we have the myth ingrained in us, and love is a very powerful and addictive drug.

Not all women are clear that we haven't come to this world to suffer, not all know they have the right to a Good Life, not all have the tools to take care of themselves and to defend their freedom and human rights. Not all women have feminist women nearby to help them open their eyes.

So please, show some empathy if you've already opened yours. It doesn't help to talk about women who suffer for love from a position of superiority: each one needs her own time to escape the hell. From the outside, it's easy to judge and say, "I would never allow a man to treat me badly." But from the inside, many can't leave even if they want to. Some have resources and a support network, others are alone and don't even know that the emotional, sexual, and domestic abuse and exploitation they suffer is gender-based violence.

Some manage to free themselves, others never do, and others lose their lives along the way, murdered at the hands of their abuser. It's not a personal problem that everyone has to solve on their own, it's a social and political problem, it's a collective issue, and it's a matter for everyone. What we need to do is help and care for each other, and create networks of mutual support.

If you have already liberated yourself, or if you've never been in the prison of love, be supportive and help others remove the blindfold, open their eyes, and escape the cage.

We are making a revolution and we need cooperation and teamwork; on the path to liberation, we must all go together.

Coral Herrera Gómez

Original en Español:

Entre nosotras: empatía, sororidad y compañerismo

Stop suffering for love is revolutionary

Stopping suffering for love is revolutionary.

The most revolutionary thing we, as women, can do in our everyday lives today is to not suffer for the love of a man. Because the patriarchy wants us on our knees, begging or demanding love, dreaming of love, enduring for love, sacrificing ourselves for love, giving up everything just to be loved by a man.

We need to be rebels: we don't have to stay in relationships where we aren't happy, we don't have to settle for scraps of love, we don't have to be understanding towards someone who doesn't know or doesn't want to take care of us, and we don't have to make it our mission to save any man. What we want and what we deserve is to find partners with whom we can enjoy sex, love, and life.

If there's no such partner, it's better to be without a relationship than to suffer for a guy who relishes in our suffering, who feels powerful having one or several women at his feet, all longing for a bit of attention and affection.

Suffering for the love of a man is over: if you're not having fun, if you're not enjoying it, leave that cursed drug behind and start taking good care of yourselves. Let's have fun, because the more we enjoy, the more it frustrates everyone who wants us bitter, insecure, filled with fears, or dependent on a man.

To put an end to the patriarchy, we must free ourselves from the need to be loved by a guy: let's break free from suffering, let's love ourselves properly and be happy, let's fill our lives with affection and lots of genuine love.

Coral Herrera Gómez

Artículo en español:  Dejar de sufrir por amor es revolucionario

 

Never again on our knees: the atheists of love

Romantic love is a kind of postmodern religion, and it has many things in common with the Christian religion. To make us devoted followers, they seduce us with the romantic paradise: that place we will reach after crossing the valley of tears, where we will be happy, feel loved, and live blissfully.

Romanticism also has its own hell, and we fall into it when our partner leaves the relationship, when we offer our love and get rejected, when they are unfaithful to us, lie to us, or betray us, when they take advantage of us, treat us poorly, or betray us, when we lose a battle in the war of love.

Like all religions, romantic love has its saints and martyrs: those lovestruck women who commit suicide "for love," those enamored men who kill "for love," those women who give up everything for love, endure for love, sacrifice themselves in the name of love.

The most famous romantic sufferers are mythologized and glorified by our patriarchal culture to make women admire and emulate them. Patriarchy wants us on our knees, looking up at men just as we look up to Jesus Christ. For many women in the world, he is their first role model: they love him as one loves a God, because Jesus is the Son of God, and we worship him because he loves us, listens to us, accompanies us, protects us, loves us even when we misbehave. And he never abandons us.

Jesus Christ is the Man all suffering women need: the Savior, the Prince Charming, the Don Juan, the Warrior, the Knight who rescues us and takes us to the palace where we will be happy. Some of us spend years and years waiting for his arrival.

The stories of romantic love fascinate us just as much as the sacred stories of religions: we love songs, movies, poems, novels, and tales that narrate stories of love and romantic tragedies. We consume them voraciously because they are like drugs: they momentarily take us away from reality, entertain us, make us feel intense emotions, stir us up inside, bring us peace, and ignite our hope with their happy endings.

Happy endings constantly remind us of the existence of the romantic paradise, that place full of abundance, happiness, peace, harmony, and love. That's how they hook us onto the most powerful drug, the most patriarchal religion. They keep us for many years of our lives, searching for our better half, dreaming of true love, feeling incomplete or unsuccessful, believing that having a partner will shield us from ever feeling lonely again.

For many women who love, romantic love is a collective mirage that can be very dangerous. Because it makes us believe that in order to obtain love, we must first endure suffering, and that suffering is a demonstration of love toward the one who causes us to suffer. Thus, we fall into the trap without realizing that patriarchy wants us on our knees. It needs the pursuit of love to be the center of our lives, for the desire to be loved to render us dependent and submissive, and for us to place a man at the pinnacle of our affections, surrendering ourselves to him with total devotion, as if he were a god.

The female role model presented to us in romantic movies is so reminiscent of the traditional image of the Virgin Mary: the enamored woman is pure, innocent, kind, selfless, devoted, and loyal. She loves and cares without expecting anything in return. She's a woman who believes in her beloved, loves him unconditionally, suffers and sacrifices for love, accompanies the hero in his self-sacrifice, forgets about herself, and focuses solely on love.

All religions have their own ideology and impose it as sacred norms upon their followers. Similarly, in romantic love, all the commandments are aimed at curtailing the freedom of women and ensuring that of men, forcing us to kneel while elevating them to a throne.

That's why there are more and more women who are atheists and rebellious against the romantic religion: we have grown tired of suffering, of praying to be loved, of descending into hell, of enduring torment and paying penance. Fewer and fewer of us live in anticipation of a divine arrival and dream of paradise.

We're rebelling more and more against our role as martyrs: what we want is to enjoy life and relate as equals. We no longer wish to live in a valley of tears; we've had enough of suffering and reject the role of complacent, submissive women who give themselves completely without asking for, or expecting, much in return.

We refuse to wait; we don't want relationships based on domination or submission; we no longer believe in the romantic miracle.

Atheists of romantic love can no longer believe in the romantic myth: we know salvation, happiness, and paradise aren't found there. Women who no longer suffer for love are crafting tools that will one day allow us to unite with a partner without forfeiting our freedom and autonomy.

We want to build equal, healthy relationships without dependency, grounded in the pleasure and joy of life.

We've learned that suffering isn't a prerequisite for happiness.

What we want is to live well, enjoy sex, affection, and love. We're not seeking idols to worship or saviors to rescue us; rather, companions with whom to share a piece of our lives.

We want to experience the love and affection that surround us here and now—without wasting time waiting, without succumbing to false promises of romantic paradise. We'll love with our feet on the ground, being practical and realistic.

They want us bitter and depressed, but they'll find us reveling in love.

They want us isolated and at odds with each other, but they'll find us united and celebrating life.

They want us submissive and enslaved to love, but they'll see us free and empowered.

They want us on our knees, but they'll find all of us standing tall.

Coral Herrera Gómez

 

Original en español:  Las ateas del amor: nunca más de rodillas frente al Señor