Conversing With The Void
In a world where everyone is screaming into the void in an attempt to be heard, here is my space to decipher my own thoughts and add my voice to the orchestra. Every article is accompanied by a collage that I make especially for the post.
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Confronting The Internal Male Voyeur
I remember the first time I read Margaret Atwood’s quote regarding the eternal, unconscious presence of the male voyeur in every woman’s mind. I felt haunted by the idea that I was perpetually under the male gaze, observing myself through the eyes of a man, even in the perceived safety of my own mind. Initially this left me with a deep and intense feeling of despair and rage. How can I, as a woman, expect to construct a life entirely of my own, for myself, now that I’ve been hit with this kind of realization?! Would I ever be free and escape from the expectations and desires of men or will I, and in some ways all women, forever suffer the confusion between what is for oneself and what is for them? Why must they somehow pervade every aspect of our lives; and if it is true that they are there and inescapable, how can I ever make peace with the man present in my head?