A person is not required to be angry, mustached, and fully clothed to support gender equality. A feminist can flaunt her sexuality in a bejeweled leotard if she wants to. Beyonce has sung that she just wants to be “the kind of girl you like.” But she’s also chanted, “Who run the world? Girls!” and “I’m a survivor!”
I may ask my husband to pull my hair, I may text him a sexy picture that another woman may find degrading. I might flirt with a stranger. But I am much more than my sexuality. I am a feminist. I am a mother of three daughters. I want my girls to grow up, go to school, get jobs, and be paid as much as their male counterparts. I want all women to make their own reproductive choices.
I like oral sex, I boycotted Hobby Lobby. I wear a short skirt, I love Hilary Clinton. I talk about my sexuality, I am a feminist. I twerk on a stage. I am still a fucking feminist.
A feminist doesn’t tell another woman what to want, who do be, how to behave herself. If you try to tell me that I can’t be all these things that I am, then you are not a feminist.