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Parents make you fear them from such a young age and get offended when you don’t want to be around them now.
“It doesn’t matter what your parents did or didn’t do. Nobody but you is responsible for your life. You are responsible for the energy that you create for yourself.”
— Dr. Phil
I am so angry. I am so fucking angry and I have nothing that I can do with that anger. It is like coals in my belly. Embers in the palms of my hands. My blood is boiling. Always. I live like this constantly.
Right now, somewhere, a little girl is being held down while her genitalia is mutilated. One day, the man she marries will open the wound with a knife to rape her, if she doesn’t die of infection first. Another, somewhere else, is being married off as a child bride, to be raped by a man four times her age. Another is trafficked to a brothel, so a white man on vacation feels less guilty taking his pedophilia somewhere else. Another is killed as an infant, because she isn’t a son. Another is dying in childbirth. Women all over the world are dying in childbirth, because they couldn’t get an abortion, or they’re a child, or their husband demanded a tenth child. Somewhere, a husband beats his wife, and it’s habit. In the U.S. alone, a woman is beaten every 9 seconds in her domestic relationship. How many will suffer in the time it takes you to read this? Somewhere else, a woman is strangled by her partner. Women die every day to the hands of their lovers. To their exes. To that guy who saw them once in a grocery store and was so mad that they didn’t smile back. A college woman will leave her boyfriend today, and tomorrow find out everyone on campus has a hold of her private photos. She will be told she is a whore, an embarrassment, asking to be raped. 1 in 4 college women are raped. I was one of them. 80% never report. I didn’t. Somewhere a 16 year old at her first job is wondering what to do, because orientation didn’t prepare her to hear the comments her boss makes about her body. Does she quit? Where does she go? Because it’s everywhere! Its everywhere! In that building, a coworker gropes her. In that bus, a man slides his hand across her ass. In that street, ‘harmless’ teens tell her how pretty she’d look with their cocks in her mouth. In that bar, her drink is drugged. You cannot escape it. Women’s suffering, like gasoline dredged over us. Waterboarded by their hate. Lilith was right. Dworkin was right. Every woman locked in an asylum, lobotomized by their family, burnt at the stake, was right. Every woman crying, diaries full, and from every moment of history, of women crying. Hysterical women, but Christ how can you not be?
It makes me want to howl. I want to fucking scream. But I can’t. If I were to open my mouth right now I would breathe fire.
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I’m just gonna say it. If you think a razor company saying “Rape and misogyny aren’t manly traits” is an attack on all men, or some sort of leftist feminist propaganda; then you are fucked up. The fact that a video standing up to bigotry has 90% dislikes makes me feel absolutely disgusting.
If you’re not terrified that 90% of people felt personally attacked by an ANTI-RAPE, ANTI-MISOGYNIST message, then you’re not paying attention.
And if you think the ad is anti-male; you can stay the fuck away from me because I don’t wanna be a man like that, and I don’t wanna not be a man around people like you…
el sueño americano
Who knows what the times were like for Mexicans. All I remember is the beautiful stories you would tell us about how you and all your kids would take bags of food, sandwiches, water, and fruits from your trees to the families and kids who were crossing the border. Helping those who are trying to achieve what you were successful at. “El Sueño Americano” well I lie, I also remember briefly the stories about Lord Voldemort. How he would drink so much and drags you across the yard if your food was too cold. Or how he would pass out on from of the house after being gone for days on a drinking and gambling binge. But you stayed... because that’s what women do right? We stay? We love our husbands, we forgive and try to forget. We raise our children to be nothing like our deamons, try to teach them right. Send them to school, teach them to be respectful adults, earn money, make a living, find love, heal broken hearts or bones, raise children, then we die.
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The more I ask the elders questions, the more I feel we come from what old folks would call “bad blood”. From what I understand, my great grandfather let’s call him “Christmas”, well he ran to Mexico to avoid the war. Now.... we aren’t talking about the war on drugs, or the war on immigration... G-Pa Xmas ran from the Nazis and ol Hitler. Coward. So there he goes to ol Mexico 🇲🇽 the closest border. There he decides to have lots of kids. That’s when Lord Voldemort (I’ll write about him later) was conceived. So... why run? Why not fight the Nazis. If he wouldn’t have ran though, the chances of me being alive... well they become more slim... soooo thanks Father Christmas!
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