my head is scrambled but in Kate Manne’s “The Logic Of Misogyny” she put to words something I always, always knew was true.
Most of the time Men don’t hurt women for no reason, they punish women who assert themselves/their personhood. Misogynistic violence is a punishment, it’s a form of conditioning to get women to behave submissively towards men. To punish women for existing in public without male protection. To punish women for daring to think her intellect, athletic or artistic achievement could come before her sex.
I don’t present super femme anymore or hang around men outside my family basically ever-but when I did I was frequently targeted for sexual assault, usually by men who were frustrated they were attracted to me but couldn’t have me. They felt like I was taunting them-but asserting my right to exist as someone they were attracted to/without any sort of male protection or a male protection that didn’t involve sexual favors/submission. That wasn’t an accident, I’m sure if I meekly cowered behind a big boyfriend, I’m sure if I stayed inside, I’m sure if I didn’t assert myself as extraverted, intelligent, funny or charismatic those men would have left me alone-but that would have meant hiding myself from the world, hiding myself from other women and to me that was a bigger loss than a ‘lil danger. I made choices as a young person that I knew with certainty would bring me in closer proximity to men who wanted to hurt me, I decided that living a freer life was better than living a safe one. I don’t necessarily regret my assessment of patriarchy, I am sad that the price you pay for being an independent woman (in a social sense) in public is assault. I don’t blame women who think their safety is more important than making a statement. I’m sad for us both. I’m grateful I was able to find feminist communities because victimization isn’t just something casual you can shake off, even if it feels like men constantly target you/women in general.
Assault doesn’t just roll of your back either. It hurts. In the moment and for years afterwards it hurts. It’s always senseless. Always dehumanizing to the extreme. Always enraging. Always profoundly violating. Always a shock. I struggle to reconcile what I know about rape with what I know about people. I know people can be cruel, unthinking, insecure. I don’t know how someone can plot the rape of a friend or a stranger who has done nothing to deserve it. I don’t know how men can secretly tape their lovers, manipulate a young woman into sex she doesn’t want or do any of the things men do consistently or routinely. I don’t know how a boy could look at the face of his too drunk friend and go “this is my opportunity to have my way with her” instead of putting her to bed. Carelessness, thoughtless is easy to imagine. Conscious cruelty is not. Men know what they do and they either don’t care or like it.
I’m crying in a park in my Dad’s pickup truck. “There are worse things than this, you didn’t die-you’re alive” He says “this wasn’t your fault, I just want to keep you safe and what happened to you isn’t something I can control even though I wish I could”. “I’d feel better if you lived in Austin, because their self defense laws are better, there are lots of gay people there too”
He makes me laugh. I won’t move to Texas. He’s right, it’s not my fault, and helping me get better at self defense helps him feel like he can do something and while self defense does help-it’s not a perfect strategy. The misogynist’s prerogative is to snuff out the life force of the woman he interacts with, the only way to stop him from trying to do that is to become apart of the living dead. Even then, he’ll get your corpse.
There are worse things than rape in this life. A woman alive is better than a woman dead. I guess, but what life is it when constantly forced to battle for your right to live? When at a moments notice you can be filled from the inside out with death. Rotted from your insides out. I wish New York would let me have a gun. I wish I could make men afraid and polite in my presence the way I feel afraid and polite in theirs. I’m so tired of this.
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Iron Bull Cutscene
Dragon Hunting
Iron Bull Masterpost
If the PC kills a dragon and Bull isn’t in the party
Iron Bull: So you killed a dragon, and you didn’t bring me along. It’s fine, I know how it goes. You gotta have the team you’re comfortable with for the big jobs. Still, you find another one out there, I’m happy to help. Always wanted to go up against one of the big guys.
If Bull is in the party when a dragon is fought
Approaching a dragon
Iron Bull: Looks like Dragon territory. Oh, this is gonna be good.
When the dragon appears
Iron Bull: Oh, would you look at that! That is magnificent!
During the fight
Iron Bull: (Shouts)
Iron Bull: Oh, yeah! Look at that! Taarsidath-an halsaam!
When Bull takes damage
Iron Bull: (Grunts.)
Iron Bull: I’m okay!
Iron Bull: Still worth it!
When the dragon is defeated
This… is the greatest day of my life! Did you all see that? (Shouts.)
—
The PC speaks to Bull back at Skyhold
Iron Bull: Inquisitor! Come have a drink!
Iron Bull: To killing a high dragon like warriors of legend!
1 - Dialogue options:
Investigate: What is this? [2]
General: I’m not drinking that. [3]
General: [Drink.] [4]
+Iron Bull approves
2 - Investigate: What is this?
PC: What exactly am I supposed to be drinking?
Iron Bull: Maraas-lok.
PC: What does that mean?
Iron Bull: It means drink! [back to 1]
3 - General: I’m not drinking that.
PC: No offence, Bull, but I think you’re on your own.
Iron Bull: Ah, suit yourself.
Scene ends.
4 - General: [Drink.]
PC: (Swallows.)
Iron Bull: I know, right? Put some chest on your chest.
Iron Bull: That little gurgle right before it spat fire? And that roar. What I wouldn’t give to roar like that. The way the ground shook when it landed. The smell of fires burning… Taarsidath-an halsaam. You know Qunari hold dragons sacred? Well, as much as we hold anything sacred.
Iron Bull: Here, your turn.
5 - Dialogue options:
Investigate: What was that Qunari phrase? [6]
General: I’m done drinking. [7]
General: [Drink.] [8]
+Iron Bull approves
6 - Investigate: What was that Qunari phrase?
PC: That thing you just said. You shouted it during the fight, too. What does it mean?
Iron Bull: Oh, taarsidath-an halsaam? Closest translation would be, “I will bring myself sexual pleasure later, while thinking about this with great respect.”
PC: You shouted that while it was breathing fire at us.
Iron Bull: I know, right? (Grunts.) [back to 5]
7 - General: I’m done drinking.
PC: I think I’m finished, thanks.
Iron Bull: Really? Really. (Chuckles.) More for me, then.
Scene ends.
8 - General: [Drink.]
PC: (Swallows.)
Iron Bull: Yeah! The second cup’s easier. Most of the nerves in your throat are dead after the first one.
Iron Bull: Ataashi. “The glorious ones.” That’s our word for them. Ataaaaasheeeeeee.
9 - Dialogue options:
Investigate: Why are dragons sacred? [10]
General: I’m sorry we had to kill it. [11]
General: Now I feel awkward. [12]
General: They’re just beasts. [13]
-Iron Bull slightly disapproves
10 - Investigate: Why are dragons sacred?
PC: Why do you think the Qunari think of dragons that way?
Iron Bull: Well, you know how we have horns? We kind of look more… dragony… than most people. Maybe it’s that. But a few of the Ben-Hassrath have this crazy old theory. See, the tamassrans control who we mate with. They breed us for jobs like you’d breed dogs or horses. What if they mixed in some dragon a long time ago? Maybe drinking the blood, maybe magic. I don’t know. But something in that dragon we killed… spoke to me. [back to 9]
11 - General: I’m sorry we had to kill it.
PC: It’s a shame we had to kill the dragon.
Iron Bull: Damn good fight. [14]
12 - General: Now I feel awkward.
PC: When you put it like that, I’m worried I killed one of your gods or something.
Iron Bull: Nah. One of Tevinter’s gods, maybe. They worshipped dragons, right? Kill the shit out of them all you like. [14]
13 - General: They’re just beasts.
PC: Dragons are big and powerful, but they’re just animals.
Iron Bull: They’re more than that. Shit, the Vints used to worship the damn things. [14]
14 - Scene continues.
Iron Bull: Dragons are the embodiment of raw power. But it’s all uncontrolled, savage… So they need to be destroyed. Taming the wild. Order out of chaos. Have another drink.
Dialogue options:
General: I’m really done. [15]
General: [Drink.] [16]
+Iron Bull approves
15 - General: I’m really done.
PC: I’ve had more than enough already.
Iron Bull: Your loss!
16 - General: [Drink.]
PC: (Swallows.)
Iron Bull: (Laughs.) Nice! To dragons! (Swallows.)
Dialogue options:
Flirt: To you. [17]
+Iron Bull slightly approves
General: To good fights. [18]
+Iron Bull slightly approves
General: To bringing order. [19]
+Iron Bull slightly approves
General: To bad drinks. [20]
+Iron Bull slightly approves
17 - Flirt: To you.
PC: To the Iron Bull.
Iron Bull: And his ass-kicking Inquisitor.
If romanced/slept with Bull
Iron Bull: Hey. Hey, kadan, listen. I always want to say this, and I never can when we’re off saving the world.
Iron Bull (female PC): You’ve got fantastic tits.
Iron Bull (male PC): You’ve got a fantastic ass.
PC: Awwww.
Scene ends.
18 - General: To good fights.
PC: To finding the biggest, baddest things in the world and showing them that we’re badder.
Iron Bull: Anaan!
Scene ends.
19 - General: To bringing order.
PC: To building order out of chaos… even if it means killing some dragons along the way.
Iron Bull: Even. “Even if?” Especially if!
Scene ends.
20 - General: To bad drinks.
PC: To whatever this is, and the hangover it’s going to give me tomorrow.
Iron Bull: Anaan!
Scene ends.
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