If you think patriarchy is just heterosexual men profiting on passing judgment upon others, you’re falling short.

Patriarchy is a misogynistic woman, a homophobic gay man, an invisible lesbian, a nonentity transgender person.

Patriarchy is putting a high (social) price on female virginity, or having such a term all together. Doesn’t the whole concept of virginity nullify sex that doesn’t involve vaginal penetration, or queer sex? Asking, even as a joke, what the hell do lesbians do in bed is pure patriarchy.

Holding patriarchal paradigms is confusing chivalry with courtesy. It is giving more value to sexually attractive women.

It is thinking you are open minded, yet judging men and women differently on their sexual awakening, on the bases of decency. Or even thinking there is such a thing as sexual decency, and having higher standards on well behaved ladies.

Patriarchy is not only a man sending a woman to the kitchen, it is a woman profiting on the system and teaching her daughter how to deal with men she should marry. Marriage, as an institution is patriarchy. People who think that there are women profiting from a system where they only support and consume don’t see that empowerment is not the same as priviledge.

Thinking a man should endure life and provide, no matter what, is patriarchy. Thinking that as girls are more delicate, they are allowed to cry, rage and be hysterical; while boys should contain their emotions is sexist.

Linking emotions with homosexuality is patriarchy, linking male homosexuality with feminity and thus condemning it, is just plain disgusting. (and patriarchal)

Gay men who take it as a compliment when told it doesn’t show at all, I would have never known if you hadn’t told me or such are just plain examples of patriarchal men.

Women who discuss the gay movement has nothing to do with their fight for equity are short-sighted and patriarchal. Homosexuals who believe that the transgender movement should not be included in their fight, because it has nothing to do with them have no idea what they are really fighting for. (Making this idea train that sort of contains a hierarchy, sort of sustains patriarchy.)

Making jokes that appeal to rape, misogyny, homophobia, transphobia is just plain distasteful, and a clear enforcement of patriarchal paradigms. Trying to invalidate someone else’s disapproval saying they are “too sensitive” or “just looking to get offended” is a very violent act.

A discourse that says all women are beautiful and thus valuable is sexist. Beauty as an empowerment is patriarchal. Some women are aesthetically appealing, some are not, that should not reduce their worth as people. Fuck beauty.

Naïve libertarians thinking real men are the ones able to cry, dance and show affection in public are patriarchal. For a large number of reasons, some men may find it too difficult to perform this. Trying to go the opposite direction of a paradigm is still enforcing it. Fuck real men.

It would seem to some that society has improved so much as for the patriarchal paradigm goes. Women can now vote! They even have corporative jobs! They rule countries! Gays go out to the streets! Men are sexually objectified too; they now cook and cry a couple of times!

Fuck that.

Postmodernity hasn’t been the silver hammer to smash millennia of patriarchy. Sustaining the patriarchal paradigm is also compromising some values in order to be recognized. It is considering worthy only a woman who remains chaste and monogamous, a gay man who is masculine and hermetic. Patriarchy is thinking families have a fixed formula which should be the base of all morality and structure. It is tolerating instead of respecting.

I must admit, as for civil rights go, there has been progress (in the western world.) But there are still a lot of double morals around, there’s so much compromise in all this “development”. It would almost seem all these reformed outcasts only thrive when becoming masculine, or work under masculine values.

Benditas sean las bajas pasiones
que no se rajan cuando pintan sables,
los labios que aprovechan los rincones
más olvidados, más inolvidables.

Bendito sea el libro de la calle,
los viejecitos verdes con petaca,
las medias con costura, qué detalle,
los quitapenas que dejan resaca.

Malditos sean los bobos con medalla,
los candidatos (cierra la muralla),
los ungidos, los líderes en serie,
los que ignoran la voz de la intemperie,
los que adoran al dios de la certeza.

Malditas sean las muertes naturales,
los que besan a plazos mensuales
y se confiesan en cuatricomía,
la vil y escandalosa mayoría.

Benditos sean los ceros a la izquierda,
los vuelos regular tirando a mal,
los de viva el Atleti manque pierda,
los que esperan que amaine el temporal,

Benditos sean los tristes que se ríen de la tristeza,
los calvos que se quitan el sombrero ante la dignidad y la belleza,
los donjuanes sin tierra ni partido,
los que pudieron ser y no han querido.

Maldita sea la voz de la experiencia
los que firman la paz con su conciencia,
los cretinos que saben lo que dices,
los que se pasan nunca de la raya,
los que exhiben el móvil en la playa.

Benditos los benditos malditos desarmados,
los don nadie, los santos humillados.

Malditas sean las cuentas al contado,
los tipos de interés, el finiquito,
las leyes de la selva del mercado,
los que dejan el luego para luego.

Bendito sea el sabio despistado,
los lápices de labios delincuentes,
el ácido, el inútil, el cobarde,
los que no llegan, los que llegan tarde,
los besos de después de la pelea,
el hambre de las bocas insolentes.

Malditos sean los que no se cansan,
los capataces de la certidumbre,
los rectos eficaces, los que transan,
los que estiran el alma y las arrugas,
los secuaces del rey de la costumbre.

Benditas sean las greñas de los ángeles malditos
que enseñan a volar a quien no sepa
y salen moviditos en las fotos,
los bulevares de los sueños rotos.

Maldita sea el alma desalmada
los daños a terceros,
el nudo de la soga que nos atas.
Malditas sean las fieras adiestradas,
los jueves en París, con aguacero.

Bendito sea el sello de los sobres
de las cartas que llegan a tus manos,
la sopa del cocido de los pobres,
la ropa que te quitan los veranos.

Bendito sea el indocumentado
los adultos que lloran en los cines,
la penitencia de los penitentes,
la decadencia de los decadentes,
las aflicciones de los afligidos,
los alias falsos de los perseguidos.

Maldita sea la lengua viperina,
los sextos y novenos mandamientos,
los jueces, los obispos, los sargentos,
los cúmulos, los cirros, los estratos,
el azúcar sin sal y sin pimienta.

Bendita sea la síncopa, el diptongo,
el ¿why not?, el quizás, el todavía,
las cartas con fartas de ortografía,
los últimos mejores que el primero.

Maldita sea la letra pequeñita del contrato,
los australopitecus arrogantes,
los académicos de la impostura,
los críticos que quieren ser artistas,

Benditas sean las enfermeras que suben la fiebre,
los misterios gozosos del rosario,

Maldito seas, ciao, fuera, vete,
Maldito amor el nuestro si caemos
en la trampa mortal de las parejas,
si queremos querer y desqueremos,
malditas sean las bocas desabridas,

Benditos los iguales a mí, los diferentes.