I love a penis attached to a man who knows how to use it, but I’m uninterested in femme-style battle royales over dick. That’s just so basic. Who has time? Feminism wouldn’t be feminism if it didn’t encode a healthy skepticism about the politics of getting dick. And feminism wouldn’t be feminism if it didn’t celebrate the power of pussy. It might be trite but it’s true. To be clear, and not transphobic, feminism is also not about the elevation of particular body parts. My trans-women comrades have taught me that you don’t have to have a vagina to have a pussy.
