I’m a woman. I was born that way. But there’s more to being dickless.
It was mostly men who tried to define who I was. And men tried to define who they did not want me to be.
As a woman in corporate America, I quickly became familiar with the term dickless. The exclusion factor—based on the lack of one (attached-at-birth) penis—is so openly and purposefully executed—that we all seem to have accepted it as the normal status quo of our work environments.
Nonetheless, I decided to accept my dicklessness. I’m not ashamed of being a woman. Cannot fathom the idea why the lack of one male body part should prevent me from achieving anything I set my heart and mind to.
Eventually, I even embraced my dicklessness. I took the negative connotation, and I turned it into the DICKLESS brand, making it a talking point for men and women.
It has worked: As of late, I had some folks comment that they are offended by the word DICKLESS.
Guess what? That’s the intention. Do you think it was me who came up with this label? I’m offended that I had to form the Dickless brand. It’s not my fault that women do not have the same rights, opportunities, or salaries as men.
But since I get to live in that reality every day—and let’s be honest, women aren’t really making great progress at demanding more for themselves—I felt the urge to give the women’s movement a little push into a blunter direction.
In. Your. Face.