This is a series of crayon drawings about men, or rather, about the relationship between feminism and men, women’s relationships with men, and my own experiences of relating to men.
I usually wouldn’t like to give so much focus to men, as basically everything in this world is already about them, but they’ve been on my mind recently. I’ve been thinking a lot about the impact of masculinity and systemic sexism on my relationships with men, as well as all the unavoidable problems you hit when looking at an entire gender. For example how, as a white woman, can I say that I am oppressed by men when, as a white woman, I inherently take part in the societal oppression of men of colour? And is it fair for me to say that men cannot be feminists when some men, such as many trans men, may have experienced the brutal (sometimes violent) consequences of the binary gender system and its gendered expectations more than I ever have? And how can I have feelings of love and loyalty and gratitude to the same group of people that make me feel scared to leave my house at night? Or are they a collective group at all? But if they are not then who am I scared of? And who am I angry with? And then why does it feel like every man I speak to perpetuates sexism in one way or another?
These are a few drawings that I created as a result of muddling through all of these questions and feelings. They don’t necessarily answer anything, but it keeps my head from exploding.