the implications of leftist war on women
its always so easy to spot the paul ryans.
they think rape is a "method of conception."
they come off as mildly cognitively delayed, despite holding job in the "congress."
maybe they are on the spectrum leading to Bernie Bro.
sometimes it's hard to find when the Misogyny ends.
the nouveau Marxists missed Marx's key critique on bourgeois wife stealing, and one wonders when the commodification of women's bodies stops.
the Bernie Bro actually voted for Trump, he admits to the poor lady who was married to the town pedophile.
bless her heart.
and then there are the anthony wieners.
one was hopeful, hillary clinton would keep bill clinton in a cage, in the oval office, and not let him molest anybody.
and then pussygrabber came along.
he was half-scottish. so maybe that explains it. the belligerent misogyny.
all the high fives were flying over a Congress not 50:50.
until the wrist was grabbed, and then the arms, the breasts.
the knees.
the latest incarnation of the leftist war on women took on three dimensions.
now the leftist wouldn't want to make abortion illegal.
but his harassment might haunt your days.
you might have hoped this "evolved" male, wouldn't take his Trumpist "right" over your body's provenance.
he was all creepy like a Glenn Thrush, but you were somewhat enthralled with his intellect, and his connections.
and then, you might as well high five the open carry, after what you realized.
leftist gives piss-all about your "right" to bodily autonomy, when it comes to badgering, pestering, cornering, groping, harassing on some quid pro quo line.
we call him Mr. Quid.
Mr. Quid is like the watch dealer with his shiny fake watches, coming on strong like a conartist bigamist.
Mr. Quid's fan claims he worked for Hillary Clinton.
But from his gropeyness, it doesnt seem that he actually respects women, or his girlfriend, or his other girlfriend, or his work crush lady, ie all the women he is playing for fools.
Now sketchiness gets tolerated in these loosey-goosey liberals, because we appreciate their sentiments towards suffrage.
but at the end of the day, their lives are rank with male privilege.
they pile it up like the ultimate banana heap.
more money for me!
women, who they harass and discard, cringe at the sight of these "liberal" lads, the sinister leftists, sometime manarchists.
the anarchy is in the bedroom, always. (as if we'd let them in . . .)
where they proclaim against fascism, or even Trump's masculinist revisionism, or general tyranny.
never would they suspect Suzy Liberal, would blow her #MeToo whistle at all the covert gropes, and contrived pick-up lines.
The main assault, was a mere afterthought, when the liberal man, needed to drive it home how much he hates women, every bit as much as the men hated the woman in the blue bra ---mobbed and assaulted in egypt.
Curiously, he pronounced the need for secrecy.
Everything, was so hush hush.
His loafers, of brown leather, sat heavily on the thick carpet, where his head protruded like my elementary school best friend katherine's father's balding brunette skull.
The patriotic music nullified the tyranny of his crime, and he swore, thereafter service to the community.
i suggested he was in the dog-house, and therein arose his crime. He said, no, it is she.
Kimberly Hazel lives in a small town on the north coast
of Oregon. A mother of four, she also raises canaries and
chickens, and enjoys growing orchids and dahlias. She
loves to dance, discuss spiritual matters and write dark
poetry. She has a B.S. degree in liberal studies and is
trying to find a way to pay for more college.
Kimberly Hazel
from
http://www.guttereloquence.com/issue8/gem8bios.html
the misogyny.
later he suggested "welfare mothers make better lovers" was the tune to play on the radio to torment her. i began to understand his sadism, his cruelty.
hoped the joke was lost on me.
except, i could see now.
he was so lost in mirth at his cruelty to her, he could hardly see his cruelty to me.
he suggested he'd go home and masturbate.
i found this juvenile, absurd, stupid, and threatening.
why was he repeatedly sexually propositioning me against my objections?
oh but he was the liberal man. so couth. so smart.
i tried to tell myself.
i had no interest.
i was trying to fix up other people's messes. the other people he was messing around with.
i was out to get to the bottom of it, and oh i did.
i don't look at you that way. he ignored me.
i repeated:
i don't look at you that way. he thanked me, heartily. as it was a reprimand.
you are not my type.
his gutter vile cruelty, and primal attack, he thought he'd smooth over with protestations of his importance, his suffering, his pain, his service.
his girlfriend's children.
but the sheer fact remained.
i was a fool. but that is what he was looking for. he can't wait to be called out on the carpet some more. i can tell. he is the type. the egodrama. he has achieved what he couldnt have: a relationship. abuse has extenuated a passing acquaintance.
i was essentially a freebie on his perk menu, and my resistance made it a game.
he pawed at me, for the thrill of sparking blood.
my first thought: he is a prisoner of his sperm. he is being held hostage by his sperm.
he is weak.
but he really did it.
hurt and overpowered me.
rammed his penis on me through his trousers in an act of nonconsenting frotteurism.
his mother likely taught him better, if she was not too shy to tell him about the birds and bees.
he gets away with it, by burning all bridges, and leaving a faint memory of charm, mixed with violence.
his committee will be closed for renovation all autumn and their heirarchies are obscure.
meanwhile, his sinecure is secure.
but how and when is a Mandatory Reporter allowed access to clients, for sexual abuse purposes?
that is starting to sound oh so Jimmy Savile.
And OXfam.
the oxfam madman was coercing sex out of girls in Haiti's earthquake stricken populace.
Fie!
tick, tock.
it sat.
like a ticking bomb, on a shelf.
not of my making.
i am but the witness, the bystander, of his crusade for self-destruction.
in some ways, he may try to personalize it.
Use it as a test:
How compliant will i be?
will i complain?
was this planned?
pre-meditated?
and how bitter, have the memories been, of the haunting moment, from his perspective.
Like in Heavenly Creatures, when you feel the revulsion of this experience of an ugly man upon you?
What on earth?
but the cruelty in his face, is my watchtower, the way i understand his intent.
There is no alibi.
i tried.
i tried to think of every possible reason, he might have done such a thing, liberal boy.
He was tired of my rejection, and ready to take it to the next level.
And he could feel my cringing rejection in that moment, and every other, thereafter.
so he he went back to his other.
and i worry, oh do i worry, he lays a hand in violence on her.
if only kim had kept chris duffy in a cage like her chickens.
there is always a woman to blame.
he showed me her picture.
detailed their sex life.
STDs.
i interrogated him on every possible reason he shouldnt be flirting with me.
her, other past girls, alcohol, drugs, jobs.
my reasons i proclaimed. why he should back off. invasive reasons. my fear signals were going off as he enclosed on me.
he didnt care what i said to make him stop.
couldnt he realize i knew his interest was insincere, or meant to be platonic?
i thought he might be gayish at moments?
was he assaulting me to prove his manliness over this Lavender Marriage?
or his effeminacy?
there is always that.
i was thinking that.
his assault was this belligerent assertion of heterosexuality, followed by the collapse.
I was thrilled he didnt rape, and stopped himself.
honestly, i was possibly in shock, somewhat.
sickened.
i kept having this sinking feeling about it, and then pushing it aside.
at the moment of it happening, i remember thinking, i will absolutely not call police, i cannot handle them too. one out of control lad is enough.
i wanted to minimize it, avoid a spectacle, get him off the property immediately.
i flew to get my coat and bag and escorted him off the property.
explaining, i support your going back to her. it seemed to be what he really wanted.
but then, it also seems i do not support his hurting her.
so there is that.
what i meant most, is i am not responsible for your sex addiction, sexual urges, inability to pick up on cues, delusionality, presumptuousness, recklessness, rudeness.
none of that is my problem.
but like a big baby, he has tried to make it my problem.
and that of many, many others.
by avoiding a proper apology and reckoning, he has only made it worse.
maybe her theories on polygamy are pre-revisonist mormon, and she thinks he is just out getting other wives when he runs off to do his seductions or attacks.
maybe it is good riddance!
that is not my concern. her acceptance, forgiveness, enabling, potential complicity.
ultimately there is no left.
there is masculine violence, and female fear.
leftism, is but another fig leaf, to hide the ever emergent priapus.
and it is right to do so, we avoid the streets they prowl.
safety first!
worry not, over whether he'll grope at the coast radio station, instead, avoid him like the plague!
worry not, if he'll grope you over a senior meals on wheels, just avoid that like the plague too!
the veterans of the war on women
need a memorial day too!
we have shell shock
we never leave the battlefield
the disunity and discord
destroys the fabric of our nation, our movements, our communities
toxic masculinity asserts the insignificance of their acts of war
our bodies tell us otherwise
their assaults are written on our bodies
---this goddess deserves so much more,
not a two timing, three timing, four timing
man wh*re
but that what she gets
complete with his entourage of victims
he wasnt a nxivm cult leader type, complete with carved body mutilation scarification and starvation
it was more a drive by shooting type of assault with a smidgen of grooming
but if his politics checked out, he was supposed to get as many free passes
as the governor of missouri
or whomever
men who hate women was the original swedish title for the novel renamed "the girl with the dragon tattoo" for american and british pallets.
non-swedes couldnt stomach the thought that some men hate us
why do they hate us?
is it mommy complex?
testosterone rages?
jealousy?
is it really my problem, to try to figure out why they attack when they do?
isn't it enough having to live through the flashbacks?
oh yeah, gregory mckelvey of portland was busy trying to gag his strangulation arrest from the media, and david kif davis was taking great pains to explain robert west's knife at the throat of a woman as he threatened rape.
so these toxic leftists were no shoulder to cry on, as hegemonically, masculinity is their greatest crusade, above all else.
i'm not saying i'm afraid of them, or that they aren't better now.
it's just time, for someone, to call them on their BS.
and then that angelic choir boy, pins you down in some fury of anger . . .
it was the amtrack conductor pedophile trying to entrap you . . .
or the car pool redhead forcing his kisses . . . in first grade in the back of the station wagon
or charlotte's husband demanding "sugar" by which he meant kisses, as he bounced me on his knee.
my own dear dad never demanded or took any such thing.
i found it creepy
at the golden age of two, or three.
read this, for a simple disclosure, that may help you understand
why un-acknowledged childhood sexual abuse, even if mild and non-rapey
may help explain
the current trauma
surrounding
the latest rapists, attackers, gropers, harassers
in your mindframe
http://www.oregonlive.com/opinion/index.ssf/2017/10/no_longer_ashamed_of_my_story.html
No longer ashamed of my story: Me Too (Guest opinion)
their acts of harassment on us, serve to enforce gender discrimination
we avoid the places they prowl
they take up spaces, jobs, resources
while chasing us off
through strategic harassment, violence, intimidation, assault
this would be a scandal, if anyone thought about it
they think rape is a "method of conception."
they come off as mildly cognitively delayed, despite holding job in the "congress."
maybe they are on the spectrum leading to Bernie Bro.
sometimes it's hard to find when the Misogyny ends.
the nouveau Marxists missed Marx's key critique on bourgeois wife stealing, and one wonders when the commodification of women's bodies stops.
the Bernie Bro actually voted for Trump, he admits to the poor lady who was married to the town pedophile.
bless her heart.
and then there are the anthony wieners.
one was hopeful, hillary clinton would keep bill clinton in a cage, in the oval office, and not let him molest anybody.
and then pussygrabber came along.
he was half-scottish. so maybe that explains it. the belligerent misogyny.
all the high fives were flying over a Congress not 50:50.
until the wrist was grabbed, and then the arms, the breasts.
the knees.
the latest incarnation of the leftist war on women took on three dimensions.
now the leftist wouldn't want to make abortion illegal.
but his harassment might haunt your days.
you might have hoped this "evolved" male, wouldn't take his Trumpist "right" over your body's provenance.
he was all creepy like a Glenn Thrush, but you were somewhat enthralled with his intellect, and his connections.
and then, you might as well high five the open carry, after what you realized.
leftist gives piss-all about your "right" to bodily autonomy, when it comes to badgering, pestering, cornering, groping, harassing on some quid pro quo line.
we call him Mr. Quid.
Mr. Quid is like the watch dealer with his shiny fake watches, coming on strong like a conartist bigamist.
Mr. Quid's fan claims he worked for Hillary Clinton.
But from his gropeyness, it doesnt seem that he actually respects women, or his girlfriend, or his other girlfriend, or his work crush lady, ie all the women he is playing for fools.
Now sketchiness gets tolerated in these loosey-goosey liberals, because we appreciate their sentiments towards suffrage.
but at the end of the day, their lives are rank with male privilege.
they pile it up like the ultimate banana heap.
more money for me!
women, who they harass and discard, cringe at the sight of these "liberal" lads, the sinister leftists, sometime manarchists.
the anarchy is in the bedroom, always. (as if we'd let them in . . .)
where they proclaim against fascism, or even Trump's masculinist revisionism, or general tyranny.
never would they suspect Suzy Liberal, would blow her #MeToo whistle at all the covert gropes, and contrived pick-up lines.
The main assault, was a mere afterthought, when the liberal man, needed to drive it home how much he hates women, every bit as much as the men hated the woman in the blue bra ---mobbed and assaulted in egypt.
Mona Eltahawy wrote: "why do they hate us?"
Curiously, he pronounced the need for secrecy.
Everything, was so hush hush.
His loafers, of brown leather, sat heavily on the thick carpet, where his head protruded like my elementary school best friend katherine's father's balding brunette skull.
The patriotic music nullified the tyranny of his crime, and he swore, thereafter service to the community.
i suggested he was in the dog-house, and therein arose his crime. He said, no, it is she.
Kimberly Hazel lives in a small town on the north coast
of Oregon. A mother of four, she also raises canaries and
chickens, and enjoys growing orchids and dahlias. She
loves to dance, discuss spiritual matters and write dark
poetry. She has a B.S. degree in liberal studies and is
trying to find a way to pay for more college.
Kimberly's work has been published in RAIN Magazine,
Hipfish Magazine and The Northcoast Eagle Times.
Hipfish Magazine and The Northcoast Eagle Times.
Kimberly Hazel
http://www.guttereloquence.com/issue8/gem8bios.html
the misogyny.
later he suggested "welfare mothers make better lovers" was the tune to play on the radio to torment her. i began to understand his sadism, his cruelty.
hoped the joke was lost on me.
except, i could see now.
he was so lost in mirth at his cruelty to her, he could hardly see his cruelty to me.
he suggested he'd go home and masturbate.
i found this juvenile, absurd, stupid, and threatening.
why was he repeatedly sexually propositioning me against my objections?
oh but he was the liberal man. so couth. so smart.
i tried to tell myself.
i had no interest.
i was trying to fix up other people's messes. the other people he was messing around with.
i was out to get to the bottom of it, and oh i did.
i don't look at you that way. he ignored me.
i repeated:
i don't look at you that way. he thanked me, heartily. as it was a reprimand.
you are not my type.
his gutter vile cruelty, and primal attack, he thought he'd smooth over with protestations of his importance, his suffering, his pain, his service.
his girlfriend's children.
but the sheer fact remained.
i was a fool. but that is what he was looking for. he can't wait to be called out on the carpet some more. i can tell. he is the type. the egodrama. he has achieved what he couldnt have: a relationship. abuse has extenuated a passing acquaintance.
i was essentially a freebie on his perk menu, and my resistance made it a game.
he pawed at me, for the thrill of sparking blood.
my first thought: he is a prisoner of his sperm. he is being held hostage by his sperm.
he is weak.
but he really did it.
hurt and overpowered me.
rammed his penis on me through his trousers in an act of nonconsenting frotteurism.
his mother likely taught him better, if she was not too shy to tell him about the birds and bees.
he gets away with it, by burning all bridges, and leaving a faint memory of charm, mixed with violence.
his committee will be closed for renovation all autumn and their heirarchies are obscure.
meanwhile, his sinecure is secure.
but how and when is a Mandatory Reporter allowed access to clients, for sexual abuse purposes?
that is starting to sound oh so Jimmy Savile.
And OXfam.
the oxfam madman was coercing sex out of girls in Haiti's earthquake stricken populace.
Fie!
tick, tock.
it sat.
like a ticking bomb, on a shelf.
not of my making.
i am but the witness, the bystander, of his crusade for self-destruction.
in some ways, he may try to personalize it.
Use it as a test:
How compliant will i be?
will i complain?
was this planned?
pre-meditated?
and how bitter, have the memories been, of the haunting moment, from his perspective.
Like in Heavenly Creatures, when you feel the revulsion of this experience of an ugly man upon you?
What on earth?
but the cruelty in his face, is my watchtower, the way i understand his intent.
There is no alibi.
i tried.
i tried to think of every possible reason, he might have done such a thing, liberal boy.
He was tired of my rejection, and ready to take it to the next level.
And he could feel my cringing rejection in that moment, and every other, thereafter.
so he he went back to his other.
and i worry, oh do i worry, he lays a hand in violence on her.
if only kim had kept chris duffy in a cage like her chickens.
there is always a woman to blame.
he showed me her picture.
detailed their sex life.
STDs.
i interrogated him on every possible reason he shouldnt be flirting with me.
her, other past girls, alcohol, drugs, jobs.
my reasons i proclaimed. why he should back off. invasive reasons. my fear signals were going off as he enclosed on me.
he didnt care what i said to make him stop.
couldnt he realize i knew his interest was insincere, or meant to be platonic?
i thought he might be gayish at moments?
was he assaulting me to prove his manliness over this Lavender Marriage?
or his effeminacy?
there is always that.
i was thinking that.
his assault was this belligerent assertion of heterosexuality, followed by the collapse.
I was thrilled he didnt rape, and stopped himself.
honestly, i was possibly in shock, somewhat.
sickened.
i kept having this sinking feeling about it, and then pushing it aside.
at the moment of it happening, i remember thinking, i will absolutely not call police, i cannot handle them too. one out of control lad is enough.
i wanted to minimize it, avoid a spectacle, get him off the property immediately.
i flew to get my coat and bag and escorted him off the property.
explaining, i support your going back to her. it seemed to be what he really wanted.
but then, it also seems i do not support his hurting her.
so there is that.
what i meant most, is i am not responsible for your sex addiction, sexual urges, inability to pick up on cues, delusionality, presumptuousness, recklessness, rudeness.
none of that is my problem.
but like a big baby, he has tried to make it my problem.
and that of many, many others.
by avoiding a proper apology and reckoning, he has only made it worse.
maybe her theories on polygamy are pre-revisonist mormon, and she thinks he is just out getting other wives when he runs off to do his seductions or attacks.
maybe it is good riddance!
that is not my concern. her acceptance, forgiveness, enabling, potential complicity.
ultimately there is no left.
there is masculine violence, and female fear.
leftism, is but another fig leaf, to hide the ever emergent priapus.
and it is right to do so, we avoid the streets they prowl.
safety first!
worry not, over whether he'll grope at the coast radio station, instead, avoid him like the plague!
worry not, if he'll grope you over a senior meals on wheels, just avoid that like the plague too!
the veterans of the war on women
need a memorial day too!
we have shell shock
we never leave the battlefield
the disunity and discord
destroys the fabric of our nation, our movements, our communities
toxic masculinity asserts the insignificance of their acts of war
our bodies tell us otherwise
their assaults are written on our bodies
---this goddess deserves so much more,
not a two timing, three timing, four timing
man wh*re
but that what she gets
complete with his entourage of victims
he wasnt a nxivm cult leader type, complete with carved body mutilation scarification and starvation
it was more a drive by shooting type of assault with a smidgen of grooming
but if his politics checked out, he was supposed to get as many free passes
as the governor of missouri
or whomever
men who hate women was the original swedish title for the novel renamed "the girl with the dragon tattoo" for american and british pallets.
non-swedes couldnt stomach the thought that some men hate us
why do they hate us?
is it mommy complex?
testosterone rages?
jealousy?
is it really my problem, to try to figure out why they attack when they do?
isn't it enough having to live through the flashbacks?
oh yeah, gregory mckelvey of portland was busy trying to gag his strangulation arrest from the media, and david kif davis was taking great pains to explain robert west's knife at the throat of a woman as he threatened rape.
so these toxic leftists were no shoulder to cry on, as hegemonically, masculinity is their greatest crusade, above all else.
i'm not saying i'm afraid of them, or that they aren't better now.
it's just time, for someone, to call them on their BS.
and then that angelic choir boy, pins you down in some fury of anger . . .
it was the amtrack conductor pedophile trying to entrap you . . .
or the car pool redhead forcing his kisses . . . in first grade in the back of the station wagon
or charlotte's husband demanding "sugar" by which he meant kisses, as he bounced me on his knee.
my own dear dad never demanded or took any such thing.
i found it creepy
at the golden age of two, or three.
read this, for a simple disclosure, that may help you understand
why un-acknowledged childhood sexual abuse, even if mild and non-rapey
may help explain
the current trauma
surrounding
the latest rapists, attackers, gropers, harassers
in your mindframe
http://www.oregonlive.com/opinion/index.ssf/2017/10/no_longer_ashamed_of_my_story.html
No longer ashamed of my story: Me Too (Guest opinion)
Updated Posted
BY AJ Wahl
------
they make us feel unsafe in public places
unwelcome
BY AJ Wahl
------
they make us feel unsafe in public places
unwelcome
their acts of harassment on us, serve to enforce gender discrimination
we avoid the places they prowl
they take up spaces, jobs, resources
while chasing us off
through strategic harassment, violence, intimidation, assault
this would be a scandal, if anyone thought about it
i recall confronting him on leading my best friend on. i told him you need to speak to her about it. he said he would not. i found that cowardly and cruel, to let it fester, after leading her on. at least two other times i asked, is it true you are not into her, could you ever be. he would glaze over and deny interest. i was worried what he was doing to her. so then i got him to confess his mandatory every day sex with kim, his DUIIs, his drugs, his other women and girlfriends. i hoped i could help him remember what kind of girl is more interesting than me. i repeatedly told him invasive details of my personal life, under the duress of his groping, and to curtail his onslaught. in the sudden terror of his pin down, i worried he might murder, rape, infect me with his proclaimed herpes. i was disgusted he was trying to hurt my loved one, and his other women, by attacking me. i feel sorry for all those women. terribly, terribly sorry. in a sense, i put my neck on the line, for my best friend, and my now new best friend, and this unknown woman who thrown him out of her house for his unknown crimes. long live womankind!
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