Thursday, September 14, 2006

Still fucking bitter

Why the fuck do men feel it's necessary (or remotely appropriate) for them to make comments on our bodies? These fucking bastards think they are giving us "compliments". Fuck. Tell me I'm smart, tell me I'm interesting, tell me I'm funny. Don't fucking tell me I've got a "great ass". Who gives them the right? I am not one to side with radicals, but I really think crazy Valerie Solanis was on to something. I wish she wouldn't have taken it out on Andy W. though.



War: The male's normal compensation for not being female, namely, getting his Big Gun off, is grossly inadequate, as he can get it off only a very limited number of times; so he gets it off on a really massive scale, and proves to the entire world that he's a `Man'. Since he has no compassion or ability to empathize or identify, proving his manhood is worth an endless amount of mutilation and suffering and an endless number of lives, including his own -- his own life being worthless, he would rather go out in a blaze of glory than to plod grimly on for fifty more years.

Niceness, Politeness, and `Dignity': Every man, deep down, knows he's a worthless piece of shit. Overwhelmed by a sense of animalism and deeply ashamed of it; wanting, not to express himself, but to hide from others his total physicality, total egocentricity, the hate and contempt he feels for other men, and to hide from himself the hate and contempt he suspects other men feel for him; having a crudely constructed nervous system that is easily upset by the least display of emotion or feeling, the male tries to enforce a `social' code that ensures perfect blandness, unsullied by the slightest trace or feeling or upsetting opinion. He uses terms like `copulate', `sexual congress', `have relations with' (to men sexual relations is a redundancy), overlaid with stilted manners; the suit on the chimp.
-V.S.

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