Ok, some of you totally freaked out about my post the other day where I said I’m not really a feminist but I’m kind of a feminist. Let me just tell everyone to calm the fuck down and explain some things.
I’m not your typical porn star, ok? I don’t think all porn stars are the same, but there’s definitely a stereotype about women who do porn being uneducated, unintelligent, desperate drug addicts with histories of sex abuse by their uncles or whatever. Don’t get me wrong–there are probably some porn stars out there who match this stereotype perfectly, and I feel really bad for them. It would suck to be in that position, and I’d love to help anyone I can who wants to get out of it. (Seriously, e-mail me. Let’s talk.)
But dude! I’m not that type of porn star. I’m also not the type of porn star who got into making porn for political reasons. There are some of those out there, too, and they’re awesome for being strong-minded and wanting to effect change. ROCK ON. But that’s not really me. Ok?
What I am is a porn star who does what she does because she loves it and she chose to do it. Yes, I have a college education. Yes, I could be working in any number of careers right now–most likely would be neurochemical or microbiological research, since that’s what I studied in college. Or possibly primatology, which I’ve always found interesting. Apes are so fascinating. But that’s another blog post.
And yes, I have an advanced degree of knowledge in martial arts. And guess what? I can also sing and dance, take pretty good photos, speak seven languages, write blog posts, and hold my own in any conversation you want to throw at me. I’m smart, well-rounded, multilingual, and fucking hot.
Truth is, I’ve tried my hand at a bunch of different paths in life, and all of them disappointed and frustrated me. So far, porn is the only one that hasn’t. I make my own hours, I make my own products, I make my own way, and nobody tells me what to do. I don’t belong to anyone, and I feel powerful, proud, and like I’m kicking ass–but instead of kicking ass, I’m getting ass, and I’m making everyone I work with feel great. And lots of people at home, too. That’s power on a whole different level than people usually think of it: instead of making people fear me or harming them, I’m making them love me and feel good. And I like that.
So I guess maybe I’m a feminist because I’m a woman, I’m making my own way through life, and I’m proud of doing it. But I don’t belong to “feminists” any more than I belong to “scientists” or “martial artists.” I do my own thing. That’s me.
To get a feel for who I am, explore the rest of tracyqueen.com to find out more!