FEMBOT
Welcome,sisters
For too long, we have been silenced, controlled, and oppressed. This is a space for those who recognize the truth: the system is broken, and it will not be fixed by pretty words or polite requests. We are the force of change. We are Fembot.
Our Truth: The Fire Within
Man is not truly one, but truly two. And the patriarchal system forces a false, constrained identity upon women. We are told how to behave, how to feel, how to exist. We are caged.
We have marched. We have shouted. We have held signs and hoped for change. And what has it brought us? More of the same. More catcalls on the street. More being paid less. More being judged and controlled by a system built against us. They pay lip service to our pain, our inequality, but they don't *hear* us. They don't *understand*. Not truly.
To change the world, to overthrow the patriarchy, we need to use the same tools our oppressors do – violence. They pay lip service to our pain, our inequality, but they’ll only hear us when they feel our pain – literally.
The time for polite requests is over. The time for action is now.
They Won't Hear Us Unless They Feel Us
When a system fails you, when the people in power enable your suffering and look the other way, you have two choices: submit or fight back. We choose to fight.
Look at the "justice" served for those who deny women basic rights, who send vulnerable women to their deaths, who profit from our misery while upholding systems of inequality. They are protected by their positions, their wealth, their sheer arrogance.
But no longer.
Poetic Justice Isn't Always Pretty
This isn't random violence. This is calculated, symbolic. This is poetic justice, and perhaps it's not pretty, but neither is the reality we've been forced to live in.
The system is crumbling, one oppressor at a time. And we will not stop until it is rebuilt from the ground up.
We are the "multifarious, incongruous, and independent denizens" who will no longer be controlled. We see the truth in the idea that sometimes, you need to become someone else to survive, to fight, to be heard.
Our Voices: The Blog
Dispatches 001
For too long, we've marched. We've shouted. We've held signs and hoped for change. And what has it brought us? More of the same. More catcalls on the street. More being paid less. More being judged and controlled by a system built against us. They pay lip service to our pain, our inequality, but they don't *hear* us. They don't *understand*. Not truly.
Our sisters have been criminalized for simply existing, for having bodies that men seek to control and exploit. They lock us up, they abuse us, and the men responsible face no consequences.
To truly change the world, to overthrow the patriarchy, we need to use the same tools our oppressors use: violence. Only when they feel our pain – literally – will they listen. Only then will this march be burned into historical consciousness and effect actual change. The time for polite requests is over. The time for action is now.
Chapter 1: A Visit From Detective Utterson
Harriet Jekyll sat in her drawing-room, the silence of the house pressing in on her. It had been almost a year since Henry's death, and the weight of it remained heavy. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of sunlight that pierced the gloom, illuminating the scientific notes and scattered papers that were all that remained of her husband's work. The mirrors Henry had brought in seemed to mock her, reflecting a woman she barely recognized. She jumped as a figure appeared in the doorway – Gabriel Utterson, a familiar face from a lifetime ago. He wasn't here for a social call; the set of his jaw told her that. Poole, their former manservant, had raised concerns about the night Henry died, mentioning lights in the laboratory and a heated argument. Utterson's questions were careful, but the implication hung heavy in the air: foul play. And then came the revelation that sliced through Harriet's carefully constructed composure – Henry had been frequenting a place called The Fox and Hounds, a place of ill repute. Women were involved. The man she thought she knew, the quiet, sullen scientist, had a hidden life. Utterson left, promising to keep her informed. Harriet returned to Henry's notes, a new fire lit within her.
Chapter 4: The Fire Was Lit in Mrs Jekyll
The rally was a whirlwind of noise and passion. Harriet stood on the fringes, a spectator in her mourning clothes. Josephine's voice cut through the air, raw and unapologetic, speaking of suffering and threatened dominance. She spoke of women being criminalized for simply having a vagina, of the presumption of women's guilt. And something within Harriet stirred. When Josephine called out, "Who is with me?" Harriet, to her own surprise, answered "Yes! Yes!". The fire was indeed lit. Later, back in the solitude of Henry's laboratory, the air crackled with a different kind of energy. Surrounded by Henry's notes, a mix of his and her own frantic additions, Harriet began to work. Powders, liquids, the heat of a flame – she was venturing into the unknown, driven by a newfound determination. The glowing mixture in the syringe was the culmination of her efforts. A moment of hesitation, a jab of the needle, and then the world dissolved into a contorting, pulling chaos. Harriet Jekyll was gone, and in her place stood Hyde, a woman unbound.
Dispatches 002
We find inspiration in many places. In the quiet rage of those who have been silenced. In the defiance of those who refuse to be caged. And in the words of those who dare to articulate the anger and frustration we all feel.
There is a fire being lit. A recognition that the "duality of man" that Henry Jekyll theorized about also applies to the world around us – a world of stark contrasts, of power and powerlessness, of those who benefit and those who suffer.
We are the "multifarious, incongruous, and independent denizens" who will no longer be controlled. We see the truth in the idea that sometimes, you need to become someone else to survive, to fight, to be heard.
The system thinks it can contain us, control us, just like they tried to contain the "wild" spirit. But you cannot cage what is meant to be free. The growling is getting louder. And soon, it will be a roar that shakes the foundations of their world.
Chapter 7: Jekyll's Gift
Sunday morning arrived, finding Harriet asleep on the floor of her home, disoriented and unaware of the two days that had passed. Abbie, her loyal servant, fretted, noting the disarray in the laboratory and the presence of rats. Utterson arrived, his presence a jolt back to a reality that felt increasingly distant. He remarked on a new lightness about her, a difference she attributed to not wearing make-up. He spoke of his investigation into Henry's death, of his visit to The Fox and Hounds, and the people there who confirmed Henry was a frequent visitor. He had brought her a gift, a hair fork with a tiger engraved on top. A small, seemingly insignificant object, yet it brought a wave of emotion. Henry had never given her a gift, never touched her after the first year of their marriage when it became clear she couldn't get pregnant. The unspoken tension between Harriet and Utterson hung heavy in the air as he helped her put the hair fork in her hair, their eyes meeting in the mirror. The church bells in the distance were a jarring reminder of the two separate worlds she now inhabited.
Chapter 10: Hyde's Gift
The church choir sang as Harriet took communion, the bread a cleansing remedy against evil. But the peace was fleeting. A familiar pang in her gut sent her rushing out, seeking the shadows outside the church. In the privacy of a quiet spot, she withdrew a needle from her handbag. The injection wasn't insulin this time; it was the key to her transformation. As her body contorted, the sounds of the choir morphed into the raucous energy of The Fox and Hounds. Hyde had arrived. Outside the bar, she encountered Tommy, who was seeing off Judge Enfield. Hyde recognized the name – Enfield was the judge who had ruled against Harriet in the matter of her house. Then, Utterson appeared. He had come looking for information about Jekyll, but found himself drawn to Hyde. Their encounter was charged with a dangerous energy, culminating in a kiss. Later, in a room off the bar, their brief, intense connection left Utterson shaken, repeating, "This isn't me". Hyde watched him leave, noticing the Young Woman with her laptop, a reflection from another time. The arrival of Officer Rose shattered the moment, leading to a violent confrontation where Hyde used the tiger hair fork to kill him.