“The Domination of the Feminine”
You’ve been confined to a room the size of your closet all day long. Standing and eating. Standing and eating. Antibiotics and animal refuse.
You cannot move. You’re enslaved. Imprisoned.
A strange male opens the door and shoves a metal sperm gun
elbow-deep into your vagina, and fires.
You become pregnant. Your baby arrives, and is stolen from you shortly after birth. Then, metal clamps are attached to your nipples,
and you are hooked up to a milking machine.
Moments later, you are “inseminated” and pregnant once again. Simultaneously with child and lactating.
You’re given excessive amounts of hormones to produce 100 pounds of milk per day. Your baby is gone. There is crying, anguish, stress, sadness, panic, and fear. This happens over and over again for the next four years. With your breasts stretched and bruised, ankles swollen, and your heart broken, you are now considered useless—a “downer.” You’re thrown in the back of a truck with no food, drink, or light, and headed to confinement once again, this time getting beaten and tortured until it’s time to become
a “piece of meat,” or a purse.
This is the plight of a female cow—the sacred feminine. Approximately three and a half million of our sister cows are slaughtered every day. They are treated as slaves, exploited, raped, and abused, just as human womb-en are today. Their bodies are used as machines, for money, because of their reproductive capabilities. Their children are stolen.
Being a FEMINIST is being tired of gender inequality,
a patriarchal mentality, violence, and disrespect
to those who bring new life into the world.
Being a FEMINIST is having “udder” care for the Divine Feminine—
Mother Earth and all of her creatures.
WHEN I STOPPED DRINKING MILK, EATING EGGS, CHEESE & ANIMAL FLESH, I BECAME A TRUE FEMINIST.
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