Prominent Queen est. 1995

I am a feminist, because of my brother

I am a feminist, because my brother loves pink, cute patterns, and fluffs with his all; but he can never have a time where he isn’t at least slightly deemed as “sissy” or “gays”

I am a feminist, because my brother loves cooking and being in the kitchen, experimenting, creating, cleaning; yet he is living in the society that still mostly shouts “Males shouldn’t have great, and definitely not way better (than females), relationship with the domestic cook rooms

I am a feminist, because I can cry if the laptop which had been with me for over a decade got damaged, but he couldn’t (“Come on, it’s just a fucking laptop! You are so weak!”). Neither he could be touched by encountering the long-almost-forgotten films or pieces he so dearly loved back in the day

I am a feminist, because my brother is discouraged for NOT TAKING OVER DISCUSSIONS from females, when he simply want to sit silently to listen and understand. Because males must always lead, males must be the smartest, toughest, loudest. Males must always put everything in order, including females. Males can NEVER enjoy being the second fiddle, the person working behind the limelight

I am a feminist, because I can openly voice out my fear of dangers, domestic threats, fear of future, including by crying my eyes out, going to psychological counseling every weeks or two days, but he couldn’t. Males just do, no questions asked, no fears arose. Males don’t go to therapy. It’s only for the cuckoos

I am a feminist, because my brother received extreme body shaming as I do, but all he can behave is to swallow it, and laugh it out as jokes. Because it is told that males don’t get insecure with their upbringing. Males don’t get offended or frustrated even when they repeatedly received demeaning remarks on their appearance

Most importantly, I am a feminist, because if my brother ends up choosing to be soft and secure, he can’t bear tough and leading along. He needs to stick to one role, “sissy” or “be that man.” ; Unfairly, now, feminism teach me I can have both. Heck, I am even “cool” to carry both. And for my brother, as many males who have been too long trapped in fragile masculinity, having both is just don’t

So, they need me. They need me to be a feminist

I am a feminist

I am a feminist

I am a feminist

I am a feminist, because this is my lifetime love letter to my brother, my legacy I took as my own

I am a feminist, because even if what I fought for, this long march, turned into nothing for “everyone,” at least my brother doesn’t need to feel alienated to be him, or be dragged down for constantly told, “Males don’t do that” (re: behaving “womanly,” whatever the fck that means)

I am a feminist because of my brother

I am a feminist for my brother

Mon, February 8th, 2021

In between 2 A.M overthinking hour, heavily-constantly-pouring rain, post-hot-shower bliss, and whole body pain post practicing boxing