I don’t know what I am. I am a woman but should I label myself as a feminist or a non-feminist I don’t know. I am a human and am all for human rights, I love animals and I am all for animal rights. Going by that logic, since I am all for woman’s rights I should label myself as a feminist for the lack of a better term.
I love men. I love making love to my man, love taking care of him. Would love to have babies with him. I love to wax my legs too. Not because it’s a sign of sexual slavery to appease my man but a reason for me to feel good when I touch my smooth legs and wear those short skirts which make men ogle, women envy.
I love to dress up not because I love those wolf whistles or eve teasing, I love to dress up and put red lipstick because the effects of it fuels my ego. I have a huge ego, I would not say sorry when its not my fault but I don’t mind giving my man a nice foot massage when he comes home tired, touching his dirty feet with my own manicured hands.
I love to cook. I would still cook for my man even when I am dog tired not because that’s a good wife’s duty but because I love to see my man enjoying my cooking and savoring the last small crumb of it.
I want to have babies not because God wants all women to have babies but because I want to feel a growing human inside my womb, kicking me and giving me sleepless nights.
I love sex not because as a dutiful wife I have to do it but because I feel horny too without any qualms. I see porn, I read erotica, I get bored I ogle at good asses be it man or a woman then I get bored and flip through Balaji serials. I see NEWS, I discuss politics, I clean, I vacuum, I paint, I mess up, I ask him out, I ask for sex, I earn, I spend, I binge too. I love pink and love make up, I don’t have any fancy for cars or lap tops but want all modern gadgets in my kitchen from an internet enabled refrigerator to a robot to condition my hair.
I don’t smoke to prove anything though I enjoy lazy lounges and cocktails. I love to sin with gourmet food, alcohol, self indulgence and some over doze of sleep.
I love my sarees and sindoor, the bindis, the jhoomkas, the payal and the bangles, I want a son and a daughter, don’t care if they become a pilot or a dancer. I want them happy in army uniforms or taking care of a home, for the choices that they have made for themselves with their independent minds.
I love the sea, the mountains that I trek and the roads that I have traveled yet am scared of water, heights and traffic. I want my maternity leave, I want my raise.
I say “no” when I want to say NO and I also say No when I want to say “yes”, I say Yes when I want to say NO. I do all the things that you do and he does, I do it because I am as human as you are. I don’t have muscles, I don’t have a moustache, I don’t have a penis and am not a sperm donor and I don’t want all that. I am happy with my breasts and the vanity box, a respectable job and my freedom of choice. I loved when I wanted to, I fought till I got what I wanted, I had the courage to walk out and the strength to fall in love again. I dumped, I cheated, I had flings as much as you did.
I love gossips, I love to bitch, I love to play sport, and love it when he buys me gifts. I wish there was no rape, no violence, no discrimination.
I don’t know if I am a feminist but I love all the men in my life, my dad, my brother and my man for without them I would be so incomplete. And I say this with all the confidence that without the men I, a woman, would not be what I am.