#female leaders

[nickysfacts]

Happy Women’s History Month!

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To celebrate here are a couple of examples of historical women from around the world that showcase how we have always been leaders, in every sense of the word!

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[onlythejaneway]

I could listen to Kate Mulgrew talking about female leadership all day.

[hard--headed--woman]

one of the most beautiful examples of female solidarity and female revenge is Mathilde de Toscane, powerful countess and fearsome war leader, who not only convinced the son of her enemy, Emperor Henri IV, to join her own camp, but also learned that the latter had kidnapped and cheated on his wife, Empress Praxedis/Adelaide, whom he also forced to sleep with other men, and so decided to free her and accompany her to Rome herself, so that she could tell the Pope all about it, inflicting on Henri an emotional wound, and a profound military and strategic loss, as well as freeing his wife from his horrors (Mathilde also got her revenge by doing this - Henri had spread the rumor a few years earlier that she was sleeping with the pope. He surely regretted it)

[mayhaps-a-blog]

I think I’ve figured out why I’m frustrated with Mon Mothma’s characterization in Andor.

I still love the show, I still think they’re doing something interesting with it, I’m still looking forward to where they go with it, but what they’ve also done is nerfed her character.

In the movies and Aftermath, Mon is a powerhouse of a Senator, a founding member of the Rebellion who led with a strong sense of justice and duty. She goes on to lead the New Republic through its most difficult early years, through growing pains and multiple assassination attempts by Imperial holdouts and angry Republic Senators alike.

But in Andor, she’s not a leader. Luthen’s the leader, trying to bring the Rebel groups together; Mon’s just a moneylender. And even for that, she’s reliant on Tay Kolma and Davo Sculdun. Meanwhile, Perrin has control of the home - planning dinner parties without her involvement, spending his time with her enemies. There’s very few women in her life - Vel seems to be the only one - she doesn’t even seem to have friends.

For the main female character - the only main female character - she remains widely under the power of the men in her life.

It’s interesting seeing the Andor story shape up; it’s the story of sacrifice, about fascist powers and the price of rebellion. I’m hoping they’re headed towards a more powerful Mon, stepping up as Luthen and the others fall.

But I’m also just really tired of stories where the woman is on the back foot. And I was looking forward to something different with Mon Mothma, leader of the Rebel Alliance, finally getting some more screentime.

Maybe someday we’ll get a strong female leader who doesn’t need a man holding her hand, but apparently not in Andor.

[g100global]

Thought Leader, Global Icon & Visionary for Women, Businesswoman, Philanthropist Author, Humanitarian, Spiritual Seeker and Compelling Speaker, Dr. Harbeen Arora Rai manifests multifaceted leadership with strength & simplicity. The eminent G100, these empowering ecosystems are among the largest global communities of women entrepreneurs and leaders, organising and on- boarding women worldwide on various platforms for maximum inclusion, inspiration, innovation and impact.

[abwwia]

Elaine Brown (USA, b. 1943)

Elaine Brown, the only woman at the top of the Black Panthers Party between 1974 and 1977. “The Party was dominated by men. Even though there are people who would like to pretend that at some point it was mostly women, that’s just not true. But I would say that every one of the sisters that I knew were all tough broads. And we had to be tough when we joined the Party. We didn’t join for some…

[womentiespoolhouse]

(via 175 Years and More to Go: Women's Equality)

[australianwomensnews]

Michele Bullock to replace Lowe as RBA governor

Deputy Reserve Bank governor Michele Bullock will become Australia’s first female central bank governor. Ms Bullock, who was among the favourites to replace Philip Lowe, was anointed by cabinet on Friday morning.

Lowe has become a figure of public anger for the poor guidance the bank gave during the pandemic when it speculated the cash rate would stay at the record low of 0.1 per cent until 2024. It has increased 12 times since May last year

Ms Bullock is considered by current and former RBA officials and board members to have not put a foot wrong since becoming the first female deputy in the bank’s 62-year history. She is a seasoned economist with good communication and people skills.

[robinlynnemabin]

As we explore the loss of Chicago's first black female Mayor according to last nights election results, we want to take a close look at how men really feel about electing females to government leadership positions. Do men still believe that leadership belongs in the hands of men? Why or why not?

[voitaaco]

Happy Boss Day, Erin! Your leadership and mentorship mean a lot to our team. We truly appreciate your wisdom and consistent support. 💛🙏🏽

[nickysfacts]

All hail the last Pharaoh of Egypt!𓋖

The Clever Goddess that brought Rome to it’s knees!𓊝

[cursingtoji]

𓆩𖥟𓆪 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑 — Geto is a thoughtful leader who uses visual resources to help his followers learn, and tonight you get to play a part. #Cult-tober.

< Part 1 - Contradiction

— cw: religious imagery but no specific religion, exhibitionism, emotional manipulation, god complex, public nudity, fingering, unprotected, oral (f -> m), sex cult behaviour. 3k words.

— note: did my research on cults for this one, also based on this request.

“Come here” you hear his voice after calling your name, the tone gives you chills.

You know better than to fear him, this is not the first time he calls you to the main room of the temple — a place that has become the closest thing you can call a home now. This room in particular is already very known to you, so why the fear? Can’t you remember the familiar feeling of the tatami under your knees? What about against your cheek? Wasn’t worth the pain of having your face rubbing on it while your master roughly thrusted into your behind? You do recall his pitiful smile when he realized what the mat had done to the soft skin of your face, right? He kissed it so tenderly while holding you like you were made of glass, a glass he didn’t mind breaking a few minutes prior to that, but now, glass.

So what’s wrong now?

Except for the dozens of followers sitting on their knees in that same room right now. How come you never saw that many people before? And more importantly, why are you seeing them now?

A few hours ago, he left you two things along with a note with the time and place you had to be. Those things are: a sheer black lace mask, very delicate fabric meant for your eyes, the type of thing you could picture a woman using in a ball in the 1800s, and a yukata, a simple one. You thought it was weird he didn’t leave an obi — the belt to tie up the yukata, so you took one from your own drawer to complete the traditional piece.

The mask is clearly not part of it, but you know better than to question him. Besides, the note is clear, you must wear nothing but those things. Nothing.

The room you thought you knew now seems strange and gloomy, it’s nighttime so there’s only a few candles lightening it up, there’s an essence burning somewhere the smell is weak but it’s there.

Geto in all his glory sits in his altar, his feet are up in the mat, unlike everyone else sitting on their legs. He has the pose of a deity and clearly that is what everyone thinks too.

Your bare feet touch the tatami, slowly approaching the altar and feeling the dozen pairs of eyes upon you, the offsetting lighting doesn't allow you to see their faces, which is probably for the best, yet Geto’s was lit up as if the sun itself rose for him and him only.

“Look at her, when I met her she was sick, this beautiful lady had a disease. I tried to look away, she was too far gone, but what did I do instead, sweet child?”

“You saved my life” you respond without batting an eye, your mind feels cloudy.

“Kneel” you obey taking place beside him.

Maybe he is a deity after all.

Just that day you were having a conversation with the twins. They had so many questions, especially after seeing you hurt by some curse, so many why’s leaving their little mouths.

“It doesn’t matter!” your voice rose for the first time since taking them in your embrace “If Geto-sama says it’s day and the sky is dark, it’s day. If he says it’s night when you can see the sun, you go to bed because you sleep when it’s night, understood?”

Sometimes you barely recognize the voice that leaves your lips. Scolding is something you never saw yourself doing, not to the girls you loved more than anything.

In your situation one would assume this behavior is driven by fear, what would Geto do if he found out your girls were questioning his actions? They cannot possibly care more about this non-sorcerer in front of them. Never.

But those people would be wrong. Fear does make you do what you do. Love does.

Only love makes you stay put in front of him when he unties your yukata, love has you looking him in the eye even while the disapproval for the presence of the obi is evident.

Geto makes you sit facing him, his stunning image much more welcoming than the unlighted audience, he’s big enough for you to understand can still see the quiet crowd behind you. His calloused hands touch your shoulders under the yukata, the soft touch is enough to warm up your entire body as he slowly revells a skin decorated by some few bruises, some caused by curses, some caused by gods, well… one god.

“She’s still not cured, I don’t know if she’ll ever be” he doesn’t have to project his voice too much in the quiet room, the hot breathing fans over your face, “But I’ll keep trying nevertheless” he says more quietly.

Geto’s hand goes between your legs and you have trouble keeping your sounds to yourself. His hand is big, and the space between your closed legs — while you’re still sitting on them — and your core is narrow, Geto has to be a little rough to get where he wants to.

And he always gets what he wants.

Your face is warm, breathing erratically but still… you’re not panicking even given the disturbing setting. It’s all due to him, if it was anyone else you would be screaming right now, fighting your way out of this.

Geto starts to stroke your folds with his fingers while talking about sins, the best thing you can do is shut your little brain from overthinking everything he says and taking it as personal.

However, what is left to do when he keeps going on and on about undeserving ones while teasing your fluttering hole? You can’t even look him in the eye, just keep staring his throat as he speaks. Your gasp interrupts him when he inserts a finger, both your hands to your mouth, you were distracted enough to forget this was obviously the next step.

Geto snaps his eyes back to you, not glad about the interruption, yet he resumes his speech so he can go on with his plans.

Your hands remain on your closed mouth, not wanting to make the same mistake again. Geto adds another finger and starts scissoring you, which worries you slightly, you thought this was merely a play for the followers, an exhibition of power, but the stretching he’s doing indicates he plans to go all the way. That and the erection under his haori, which you should’ve led you to suspect his intentions from the beginning since he’s never presented himself to his followers without all the layers of his traditional clothing.

Geto removes his fingers, straightening his posture as he finishes his sentence, he pats his lap and you find his eyes, they are predatory, from then on you’re dealing with Geto-sama, not Suguru.

You’re already undoing the ropes that tie his haori just like he did to you a few minutes ago. He’s bare under the fabric, dick is tall and hard, the leaking tip shines under the orange glow of the candlelight as you align it with your entrance.

“If you can’t control your urges, they’ll control you” he claims, hands behind your knees, his voice is steady but the grip he has on you tells it’s hard to control himself too.

“No person or thing should control you… except for me” the last part is whispered for your ears only. You bottom out on him, needing a moment to recover, not just from the stretch on your lower half but from his words and by how willing you are to let him control you.

Especially when he puts his hand on your head, pressuring slightly guiding you to his neck. He keeps his hand there, caressing your hair as you relax on his hold, like he’s comforting someone who's just lost a dear relative, not a simple villager he spared and is now balls deep inside dozens of followers.

With a sharp pinch on your thigh Geto signs you to start moving, you arch your back and raise your hips to slide out of his cock till only the tip is left then sitting back. Since the yukata was not fully removed, it stays on you, sleeves pooling on the middle of your arms, the rest serves as a curtain, keeping the audience from viewing the junction of you and your savior.

You busy your mouth by kissing and sucking his neck, he gives your hair a discreet pull, a warning to not mark him, guess it would be bad for his reputation if his beloved sorcerers find out he’s whipped by a good-for-nothing human.

All they know — as far as Geto is concerned —, is that you’re his little pet, kind of a 3 for the price of 2 after he took in the twins, a package deal he simply had to accept.

Whatever, you don’t care about them anyways. As long as they’re treating your girls as one of their own, it doesn’t matter how they treat you. Geto, Mimiko and Nanako are all you need to be content with your life.

Geto should limit himself from touching you, his fingers shouldn’t be tracing the little marks and scratches on your back.

“You are not perfect, mistakes will happen, that’s why you need someone to guide you” he talks to the audience, his chin resting on your shoulders as the tip of his fingers run over each trauma and imperfections on your back. At this point — with his dick reaching such a sweet spot inside your walls —, you are not sure if he’s still indirectly talking to you, but something makes you think he’s talking to himself, about you.

Is it such a delusional thought? That you are the one guiding him and not the other way around? You thighs clench around him, the awkward feeling in your chest start to bring clarity to your pleasure blurred mind and you start to look around reflecting on your situation.

Geto relizes something switched in your dumb little head, you do that sometimes, look around with wide eyes and heavy breathing. Suguru remembers the days in jujutsu tech, when he was confused, consumed by the trauma and unsure about his future. Why did you make him remember that? Your chest is rising rapidly, he doesn’t want you to panic, that’s not supposed to happen under his watch.

You’re taken from his lap.

“You love me, don’t you?” Suguru holds your chin bringing your focus to him, only him. You nod slowly, admiring his sculpted face by the candlelight, “Then what are you afraid of?”

You search your mind for all the reasons to be afraid right now, shouldn’t be hard, all you need is to look around and remember why you’re here.

Yet his hazel eyes don’t allow you to find any of those reasons, somehow your heart doesn’t feel so heavy anymore.

“Don’t you trust me?” he rubs your chin and you nod again, “Show me” you blink confusingly, “Show me how much you love me.”

You’re sitting on your knees as your eyes trail down where his member is still hard, it glistens with your juices and throbs slightly, the sight is too irresistible.

So you bow to your savior, taking him fully into your mouth, the position giving the closest thing to a privacy moment, where you could pretend it’s just you and Suguru like in the late nights in his chamber.

“There you go” he sighs happily patting your head, not putting any pressure, like what you’re doing is not sexual at all.

It’s merely a form of adoration. And Geto deserves being adored.

Naturally, you take him as deep as you possibly can, focusing your best in worshiping every inch of his skin, putting as much love into it as you can, not even minding the emptiness on your lower half or how you’re dripping on the mat.

There’s a buzz in your ear, you know Geto is talking, finishing his speech probably, but you can’t actually hear him, feels like hearing someone talking from a distance.

The last thing you remember is the hot shot on the back of your throat and the member twitching in your mouth. You think you heard Geto moan, which brings a weird feeling in your stomach since, as far as you know, you’re supposed to be the only one to hear that. His thumb goes to your chin, whipping the saliva and cum, pushing you to release him, you do, but you keep kissing his soft length until the smell of him mixed with the candles and something only this room had made you black out.

Phenomenal.

A word that resumes what Geto thinks about your performance tonight. If he gave you a script it wouldn’t have played out so perfectly.

Sometimes Geto underestimates how willing you are to be controlled by him.

When everything is done, he takes you into his arms, after wrapping the Yukata back around your body, he raises to his feet and steps down from his small stage carrying you.

There’s a door behind the stage, passing the curtains, which he usually uses as entrance and exit. Yet that night he feels like walking through the audience, with a pretty little thing unconscious on his mighty arms and a bunch of loyal followers bowing on his feet he experiences being, truly, a god.

[g100global]

G100 is also supported by The Denim Club : Group of 100 He-for-She Champions globally, comprising leaders and luminaries in support of gender parity and equality. Dr. Harbeen Arora Rai is the Founder of the free and all-inclusive platforms of G100, ALL, WEF, SHEconomy and WICCI. The G100 will also thus gather a rich repository of expertise and experience with global and grassroots engagement – toward co-creating with the central Secretariat.

[girlsinictday]

Technology on her terms.

The 2024 Gender Report: "Technology on her terms" on April 25, the International Girls In ICT Day 2024. This report explores the relationship between gender and technology in education, highlighting both opportunities and challenges.

UNESCO GEM Report Director, Manos Antoninis, will present key findings and recommendations during the high-level webinar organized by African Union/Centre for Girls and Women's Education in Africa - AU/CIEFFA. The event will feature discussions with experts and female leaders in the ICT and STEAM fields.

[airoarts]

Leader and deputy

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