April 24, 2013
In South Africa, a 13 year old teenager is forced to drop out of school, to wed a senior citizen of 50 years. She’s bright and gifted and always performs top of her class in school. Her dream of becoming a successful neuro-surgeon has now been annihilated, leaving her no choice but to obey her father’s demand and marry the old age suitor. Still being a virgin, she has a crush on a boy in her class, whom she regularly talks to. The boy will never know about it and she will never get to experience what true love in a relationship feels like. In an arranged marriage, back in the village her parents come from, both the 50 year old man and the secretly-traumatized girl, are wed in traditional rituals of the local region.
That night, the man wastes no time in having his way with the girl younger than his youngest child. Her father already received a handsome sum of money in exchange for his daughter. He’s not even fussed about having any grand children, he’s just happy to have the money. 85% of it, he spends on himself, purchasing designer clothes, buying a car and eating at restaurants. The remaining 15% he gives hesitantly to his wife for domestic supplies.
Back in the girl’s new home, her clothes are ripped off her young body and her legs are raised up and spread wide. The old man, without protection, inserts his 9.5 inch erection into the girl’s vagina and penetrates in a powerful thrust into her. She screams out loud, breaking into tears while the hymen inside her vagina obliterates and heavy bleeding erupts from her genitalia. The girl cries, begging him to stop, but the senior doesn’t care and pumps ferociously into her, grunting and groaning with excitement to his sexual delight. The teenager feels as if she is tortured and prays out to God to do something but nothing happens and the 110kg heavy, hairy and sweaty old man with foul body odor pounds mercilessly into the girl’s vagina, getting more turned the more she screams. After 15 minutes, he ejaculates in her then rolls off her and exhales in satisfaction. The girl, now reduced to a raped, traumatized victim, doesn’t find the strength in her anymore to scream or protest. She just cries to herself, wishing this nightmare to go away.
It’s 8:45 pm and the man gets up and goes into the kitchen to prepare himself a meal. 1 hour later, he finishes his meal and sits on the sofa in front of the TV. He calls the girl out of the bedroom, who hasn’t snapped out of her shock and commands her to kneel in front of him. She unwillingly obeys. He opens his zipper and pulls his semi-hardened penis out. ‘Put it in your mouth and don’t stop sucking until there’s nothing to swallow!’, he grunts at her. Tears stream from her eyes again and she slowly grips his organ in one hand and performs fellatio on it: something she has never done before! He shouts, ‘Suck me harder, you bitch!’, then smacks her on the side of her head. She begins to moan in grief not knowing what is happening to her, asking herself why nobody is there for her. Angrily, he holds the back of her head and pushes it down his erection by force, while at the same time thrusting his crotch into her mouth. This, he repeats for a period of 7 minutes the secretes his semen into her mouth, not letting go of the back of her head, making sure she swallows every drop of him.
When he is done, he tells her to go shower and brush her teeth, then go to the bedroom and lie naked on the bed, waiting for his return, and pick up from where they left. She goes to the bathroom, looks in the mirror, cries, then stops as she looks at the shaving knife. Momentarily, she looks at herself in the mirror then picks up the shaving knife. She slits her left wrist vertically along the veins and bleeds out – to death. Her last thoughts were, ‘Nobody loves me. I’ve been abandoned, so I’m going to God forever!’
Rape me again.
I will never win.
I’m the act of committed sin
Because you rape me again.
My feelings you shred.
From the top of my head.
I might as well be dead
Because my feelings you shred.
My heart writhes in pain.
My innocence has been slain.
I want to slit my vein
Because my heart writhes in pain.
I have nightmares every night.
There is no end in sight.
I’ve lost the will to fight
Because I have nightmares every night.
No one ever helps,
Whether I scream or yelp.
It’s unlike anything I ever felt
Because no one ever helps.
The horror goes on.
He’s the lawn mower, I’m the lawn.
He cuts until my blood is drawn
Because the horror goes on.
My life does not matter
Between good and bad, I feel the latter.
I’m unable to converse in any chatter
Because my life does not matter.
This abomination I can’t take no more.
I’ve been set up to lose ’cause I never score.
He fucks me ’til I’m sore
And this abomination I can’t take no more.
I need to ask God why.
To me he will not lie.
Out of this misery I cannot fly
So I decide to end my life and die.
You were cruel, world!
November 2, 2012
I look at you, you look at me.
In each other’s sight but partially see.
Two different people in a cloud of thoughts
That individually found us & together us brought.
To the picture I could front, but up front you’re intense.
Can’t avoid to confront, you under no pretense.
Gotta look into your eyes, and yeah they got me.
You weed out the lies, but your look doesn’t taunt me.
Dark on my skin, dark deep within.
Light Angel Soul, wrapped around in sin.
You’re aware my eyes are covered with a sharp look
But you recognize their intent, is to reveal me like a book.
All 5 senses are heightened.
Heart rates up but we’re not frightened.
To clarify the situation, we’re not fighting.
We’re just perceiving, now the darkness is lighting.
I look at you, you look at me.
We’re in front of each other, of all places to be!
So now I’m here & you’re there.
At each other we both look & glare.
I don’t even get aggressive when you stare.
If you were someone else, I’d feel like ripping his hair.
I wouldn’t be starin’ at him so I’d think it wouldn’t be fair
But I wanna be the subject of your visuals, anytime, anywhere.
Electrifying, the sense of touch.
To all our body receptors, the sensation is too much.
We hold our hands up: chacha with our fingertips.
Delicate feeling – so sublime, it’s a trip!
One, two. One, two. Exhilaration.
Look, feel. Look, feel. Familiarization.
Short breaths. Closing gap. Unifying separation.
Compulsive fluster, more than our hearts can muster. Trepidation.
I’m exposing myself, I’m emotionally naked.
Never put myself out there so much. Feels like I can’t take it,
But the rawness itself of my nature, is so told.
You’ve thus been given the strength now to let nature unfold.
Your hand on my shoulder. You look back into my eyes.
I put my hand on your waist – it’s no surprise.
Tender caressing, oblivious of time.
I’ve become yours, and you are mine.
Your other hand’s on my face, stroking my beard.
I glide my other hand down your waist. We’re not feeling weird.
Like a rehearsed play, we got it locked down and are on point.
Is it really us, or is the temperature rising in this joint?
I blink at your lips.
You put my hands on your hips.
What follows is obvious, but this -
Is like the fulfillment of another wish.
The room is silent but we’re not hush.
In different ways we’re communicating in a rush.
Like a champagne bottle, we’re about to pop.
Yet neither of us wants to make this experience stop.
Once again let it flow. The emotions take course.
Attracting towards each other, we’re under its full force.
We rub onto each other’s noses: Eskimo!
We giggle & laugh on petals of roses. The best ‘We’ show.
You stroke the back of my neck.
Arms locked behind your waist? Check.
The moment is hopeful like dawn & romantic like sunset.
Don’t know whether to move in or wait it out’s the best bet.
Our eyes dance the Tango now.
You like my look and your look’s Wow!
My cheesy smile lights across my face.
You stare at me for a moment, like lost in space.
Two predators. Built for the kill.
Easing like spectators – calm and chill.
Take a moment of gratitude to celebrate our will.
The Law of Belief mentored us in the formation of this skill.
You blink at my lips, I lose control.
In a tight embrace, warmly each other we hold.
From each other we’ve perceived so many incredible moments, and not one did we miss.
The end of this magical chapter, begins with a kiss.
October 23, 2012
Look into your eyes. They’re so deep.
It’s no surprise, that I can’t speak.
You got that look, ’cause you notice I’m starin’.
You enthrall me like a book. Over else, I’m not carin’.
I can’t believe, this moment we are here.
What a reprieve, but I still feel fear.
Scared not to mess it up, but I’ve practiced a million times.
My mind’s blank from this stuff, though my intuition says you’re mine.
Keep it sweet & simple, but don’t overdo it.
Maintain eye-contact, so what I say to you will prove it.
Butterflies in my tummy, heart skippin’ every other beat.
Calmness is goin’ away from me. You’re eye candy, such a delicious treat.
A billion thoughts rioting, each trying to make it through.
Strugglin’ through a blaze like firemen. I’ve simply fallen for you.
You’re looking at my soul, observing what it reveals.
Partly squinting my eyes so, my insecurities they will conceal.
It’s a miracle it’s us here.
Like a spiritual atmosphere.
The best mode stemming from dual perception.
Eager to make conversation. Daydreamin’s taken my mind for a walk.
Nervous about that odd silence, maybe we can let our eyes talk.
No need for pressure, you’re probably chill yourself.
Enjoying the moment for what it is, will give all I need in help.
I’m here, you there.
We used to be separated: land, sea & air.
You nudge a finger to mine, on our table at the open-air cafe.
I reciprocate the little act so sublime, I’m all out of words to say.
No need to rush now, I just play it cool.
You hold my hand that I reach out: the conclusion of our rendez-vous.
If you haven’t bought Leona Lewis’ Echo, you should because it’s amazing.
October 23, 2012
Another week. No results. If it’s happening, I’m not seeing.
Another feat. Go results! Keep on fastening, to me the soul I miss so much!
Can’t figure what to do, though got a couple ideas.
Determined to keep it true, and conquer my fears.
Here I am, and I won’t move until I found you.
Yeah, I make mistakes along the way, but in my psyche, around me I wound you.
This is real, no bluff. Though I dunno what to say.
This is how I feel, is it enough? Can’t quit now & let you walk away.
All I know how to do is fight. Maybe I’m not a very good fighter, but damn it, I won’t quit.
All I know is this feels right. In me, it creates a spark like a lighter. Now this goal I’ll get.
Nah, I won’t fear. Why should I? Fear is scared of me.
Doesn’t want there to be an us here. No lie. So should I act bummy?
Nah! Not in this life. It won’t exist.
Locked on you, my vision’s sharp like a knife and this mission I won’t dismiss.
But here I am, lonely warrior. Abandoned in the battle field or alone?
Feel like it’s damned. Is it a phoney saviour, this quest that wields anguish in different tones?
It’s part of the game. The part which I refuse to acknowledge: patience.
And like most, I hate it. Strain! Why salvage by waiting for something so good for my conscience?
Yet, I complain anyway. Yeah, I’m conflicted – a sun cancer, lunar scorpio.
Gulped it up, the knowledge when I found it, now I know it’s satanism.
So God’s pissed off, to humans it’s an unfair advantage. This is the or part of the one-way ticket to Hell.
Shruggin’ God’s gonna blow my lid off, never thought the Devil would use me as point of vantage. Fuck it, I did it! Who gives a fuck if I couldn’t tell?
But this isn’t about me, it’s about you. Until I find you, I won’t rest without you.
Don’t even know you. I’ve never put myself out there so much for someone in the way like for you I do.
And I don’t stop. I look at your picture & it’s a billion degrees re-heated, my desire to realize my belief.
Where I would usually break down, I persist – through all the laughing at me, insults & beef
Who are you? Where can I find you? You’re a model & can have any guy at any moment.
All I did 3 years ago, was flik through the papers & ever since you own me. Mild-strong torment.
Me, who used to be scared of commitment, is now making plans.
All of a sudden hot girls want my attention. I’m refusing them like they got mans.
FUCK! This is so not me. But then I go do something else, and come back here quickly.
Self-made prison. To myself I made a bunch of promises, my soul now doesn’t feel like, to break. Iffy!
I induce different trances to get me through the periods. Hence, I last.
Common neuro-operational methodologies, to create imaginary situations to coop with shock. Go crazy, fast!
Maybe, but I also know, you I don’t wanna be without.
There could be a million other women I could have out there. I’m happy with you & that’s what it’s about.
You could have so many personality traits I cannot stand, that drive me crazy.
Other candidates could never tick those boxes, and to choose them would still be hazy.
I’ve come far enough to figure out what I want in life, and what I don’t ever wanna put up with anymore.
When I look at your face, in your eyes, I see a connection. Won’t say more because it’s private.
This place, across Earth, you’re my prize: the reality of my perception. If you’re evolution, I’m the primate.
What may not seem like much, I cling on to, and for nothing in the world, ever violate.
Just maybe, everything is going according to plan,
and law of belief is like, ‘I told you I got it. Take it easy, man!’
Maybe this act is one of desperation and not belief. My demon may ruin the progress.
I’m so riddled in between mental paths & decisions, I feel I need to do more, when such may actually be less.
But God watches over us all, even over the ones who don’t give him their faith.
I’ve learned that no matter how much you screw up, to turn back to God is never too late.
I’m not trying to convert your faith, or change your beliefs. None of that.
I’ve also learned to accept a person is the norm if you wanna have a relationship not a fluke swing of the bat
And the baseball is soaring, high right up in the sky.
Everyone in the 100,000 seat stadium is looking up, while you, the player, just jogs by.
It might fly out the stadium, and you’ll score a home run,
but once your partner figures out your manipulations – your relationship is done!
And that’s what I’ve resolved to take upon myself, as judgmental & pedantic as I am.
I’ve rarely done big changes for myself. Maybe through doing it for other people is how I get them done. Damn!
I won’t fall. I won’t falter. I will not renege. This tide will not hold me under siege.
In it, I won’t drown. I will swim to float on the surface. Over the water, I will continue to breathe.
This is it. There’s no turning back. I could swear right now, but won’t. Fuck it, I’ll do it anyway!
If it conveys the message in the way I want to bring it, than cussing you will read today.
No threats, just assertions. Don’t care if I have to oppose in obstacle what feels like the Great Wall of China.
It may be the only construction visible from space, but it’s human made, and I’m a human!
So no ocean can separate me from you. The Atlantic’s a pond & the Pacific to me, is like a beach,
‘Cause no water, land, or height can deter from me, what I give to you in reach.
No insecurities, no second thoughts. Everything like it’s originally planned,
‘Cause whatever I go through, will be worth to hold your hand.
I can get with you a glory.
For me, it’s mandatory.
To you, it may be illusionary.
Dunno. Time will tell. But I’m over here.
And I know you’re out there.
With your beautiful, curly, afro hair.
I take your image with me in my mind, everywhere!
Good things come to those who wait. Maybe.
I struggle to get what I want the most. May we
Make first contact & at least be book of face connected? Hint, hint.
Until that bold move happens, this is what I’ll do all along. Whether I don’t lose or can’t win.
What your life is like, may scare me.
You may already be hooked up, be getting together with someone or, even though I love ‘em, have a baby.
Yeah, the possibilities of IFs are quite confusing. No lie.
I’d rather have something to believe in, in this cold, superficial world – until I die.
Hey, if I can tap into spirituality once against God’s wish, I can do it again.
What’s a fuck up, when you can fuck up some more, my friend?
The 1st time was an accident, this time it’s knowing offence.
Mabe the law of belief is what certainly makes me repel from Heaven in the distance.
By doing this, I’ve committed another sin. To brag about your fortunes to others.
We are to be humble. Then God reveals our success in public, turning haters to lovers.
If I held my mouth shut, didn’t express what my spirit agitating to create, it would make all of the difference.
Trusting in God, knowing at his time, to me he will unravel in person the amazing gift you are, in full magnificence.
Nonetheless, here I am, and I do what I believe is right.
If I’m wrong to pursue a girl I can’t explain why I want, I’ll happily accept good night.
One life to live, and I’m trying to keep it true.
All I hope is you believe me, like when I look in your eyes & believe you.
October 14, 2012
When you go through the motions, the ups and downs, the string of rejections right after each other, you only have to focus on one thing: to get something out of the situation nonetheless. It can be anything, even if it is miles apart from the initial goal, leave with it anyway. It doesn’t make you a loser, it teaches you to never leave out of a situation empty-handed. It teaches you to always gain, no matter what. It may be hard to swallow at first, but trust me, it gets better with time. And as you continue, you notice the confidence in you rising with every new win. Confidence is powerful, in that it always makes you feel like you can do it. Regardless of what the objective is, it makes you say, ‘If I made it before, I’ll make it again!’ And that’s only because all along you’ve been teaching yourself to never leave a situation empty-handed, by always making a gain. A victory is a victory. There’s no big win or a small one. If you race a car in a championship and you only passed your closest competitor by half a micro-second, then it’s a clear and undisputed win. And the second in place knows it as well. That’s why it hurts so bad to have just narrowly missed a success, because you know if you were at number one, you would have won.
This is basic crisis management. It is a fundamental skill of managers in service sector organizations. If they can navigate the group out of messed up economies & political instability, they survive – and the manager usually gets a big, fat raise in the millions. Why? Because crisis management is a highly prized capability to have, in any business. Life however is our business, and we’re each top managers of our lives. Being able to navigate through the murky, confusing and often hostile maze of life in the world, this skill enables us to withstand b s as it comes. Look at it this way: if you can’t make a gain of your original goal, make a draw, at the very worst, but you won’t settle for a loss. And it’s really that easy. Give a try today, with whatever plan you have. Make it happen. Resolve to yourself within, that you will not take defeat as an option, and you will have to get something valuable of the occasion.
Go get ‘em!
Disclaimer: This article is for motivational purposes. I do not accept any liabilities that may arise on your part, for acting on it. And I include this disclaimer because a blogger who doesn’t take legalities seriously, is only a conviction waiting to happen.
October 9, 2012
Source: CNBC Pakistan
Today, Malala Yusafzai, a 14 year old teenager, was shot twice for courageously promoting GIRL EDUCATION, in a region where females are still deemed non-deserving, 2nd class humans, by an armed group that denounces education & employment for females.
As you’re reading this, she’s in the hospital, fighting for her life.
Someone forgot to tell the clowns with AKs, educating a girl means educating a community, which eradicates poverty and creates prosperity. Oh, I forgot… most of them aren’t educated anyway! X(
Out of respect, I’m not posting a graphic image, but you should read these articles AND visit Plan’s link.
‘I can’t count 1, 2, 3 but I can cock a gun easily.’
Malala Yusafzai is fighting with her life to stay alive; fighting with her life to receive GIRL EDUCATION. She’s not even 18 years old & is making HUGE sacrifices towards simply getting an education. DON’T be a passive, spectator - ADD YOUR VOICE IN THE FIGHT TO MAKE GIRL EDUCATION A REALITY WORLDWIDE!
September 4, 2012
Love is looking in your eyes. No surprise, we click as the prize.
Always a winner, rain or winter, no storm we can’t enter, our blessings as a sinner.
Knowing someone before you meet them, that’s love.
You’re my familiar unknown I’m constantly thinking of.
You. Me. Us, to be. I’m trying so hard to make you see,
Let’s get together – we!
My great big plan is for me to be your man.
How I do it, I have no idea. All I know is, I can.
I tried to go, and let the freestyle flow.
Writer’s Block, I dunno. It I’m not about to blow.
It’s easy! Believe! Self-hypnosis, like I’m already there.
No one can truly love you the way I do, and really care!
This is my audition, straight askin’ permission, to fulfil your wishin’.
‘Cause you’re mine to hold. I’ll break barriers untold. For you, my cards I’ll never fold.
I play with words. Life’s like a game but I’ll never play with your heart.
Actions matter most. So, no lies. No half-truths from the start.
So near. Yet so far. Wish you were here, on a shining star.
Got loads to say, but I’m lost for words. If he’d only let me when I pray, to fly to you like birds.
Dark brown skin. Light brown skin. Don’t we make a perfect match?
You’re slender and slim. I’m built to win. I should note, I’m a perfect catch!
What’s a strong pitch with a weak close? A lost sale!
Don’t know how to finish this, but my faith does and will prevail!
Big words, even bigger intentions. In the mix, is just lil’ old me.
This is it, I put my all, in the hope I’m perceived in sincerity.
They say, ‘If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen’, but I believe in making things happen.
Nothing was ever given to me, I’ve had to fight for achievements worth clappin’.
I got a big ego, I know. Got issues, that’s true.
Have done things of yes and no. I ain’t perfect. Neither are you.
September 4, 2012
This is for the failures. The losers, the defeated and non-winners. If you’ve ever fallen in your life, this one’s for you.
GET UP! So, you messed up a project. Failed an exam and have to repeat a class. I did that twice! But I don’t bother counting how many times I’ve had to re-take exams. This isn’t about me. This isn’t that much about you either. But if you’ve struggled with an achievement, here’s why you need to read on.
Life is cyclical. Anyone can tell, everyone has different ways of explaining it. Everybody fails. The ones who succeed aren’t the ones who stop failing. That’s nonsense. Everyone who succeeds, carries on fighting problems. Whether new, old or a mixture of both. The only way you’ll never have problems again, is if you’re six foot below. We can’t tell what’s in the after-life, too, so I guess we’re pretty much screwed. We aren’t, though. That’s the point! It’s how you look at it, that matters. More than often, a little change in perception, yields big changes in outcome. One loss today, several wins tomorrow – but would you really have won then, if you thought you were a loser?
Losses. Failures. Defeats. Downfalls. These words are labels, only important for one thing: to make you Acknowledge your current predicament without denial. They make you view yourself objectively. If you’re a loser, they make you say, ‘OK. You know what? I’m a loser. I suck at this.’ Therefore, you don’t from it. It doesn’t matter what you may have lost in, is. It could be a task, a situation, whatever, but what you need to do thereafter is ask yourself honestly, ‘Now, how do I get out of this? How can this work?’
That’s it! That’s ALL those words are good for, nothing else! Abraham Lincoln once said, ‘My great concern is not whether you have failed – but whether you are content with your failure.’ There’s another quote of equal profoundness from Steve Davis that goes, ‘It may not be your fault for being down, but it is your fault for not getting back up.’
Is your life changing? ‘Cause they shook mine. Maybe you heard of him, maybe you don’t – if you’re in business, it makes sense to read his books. Management guru Peter F. Drucker’s quote is thus, ‘What you have to do and the way you have to do it is incredibly simple. Whether you’re willing to do it, that’s another matter.’ Applicable to all, not just business. It applies to you because your life is your business! So what’s it gonna be, huh? You gonna be a failure? Think because you lost at something, you’re a total loser? Or, my personal favorite, can’t do something, ‘because it’s never been done before!’. Sure you can. For one, you can stop comparing yourself to the rest who wallow in their pity, limit the dramatic labels to a situation and not your entire life and begin from a point of pro-action! Do It!
Life is hard. We don’t know what to compare it to, but we know it. We can just tell. That, nonetheless, is life and simply in knowing such, life thereby becomes bearable. And when something becomes bearable, you can overcome the difficulties with grace and shine through. So, you stick it out. And when you persevere, you reduce things to a numbers game. When it comes down to and you slug it through a numbers game, you WIN!
50 Cent – Get Up
‘A problem is something I can do something about.’
‘You can’t stretch your limits without encountering serious obstacles along the way.’
Dr Jerry Lynch (PhD)
‘Failure and losses are acceptable learning experiences that can help improve your performance.’
‘To the present hour we both hunger and thirst, and we are poorly clothed, and beaten, and homeless. And we labor, working with our own hands. Being reviled, we bless; being persecuted, we endure’
I Corinthians 4:11-12 (abridged)
Disclaimer: This article is for motivational purposes. I do not accept any liabilities that may arise on your part, for acting on it. And I include this disclaimer because a blogger who doesn’t take legalities seriously, is only a conviction waiting to happen.
August 24, 2012
Warning: Contains Strong Language! Don’t read if otherwise offended! ><
I’m a proud man. I don’t know if I was born proud, to be honest I’m actually humble. But growing in life, I imbibed pride. Pride of my ethnicity, family and life. Pride comes before the fall. I’ve had mine. The type of fall I’m talking about, I’ll reveal later, so as not to give a false impression – because I’ve fallen more than I can remember! This blog often addresses gender inequality holistically but chauvinism only in brief notices. Oh well! Maybe it’s the chavinist in me; but that’s the point.
Females are good listeners, because they care. Females innately tend to distress in their immediate surrounding. It takes an outwardly-caring man to do the same. Yeah, not everyone’s the same. Cold b*tches pass you by, that’s life. Are you offended? Good, ’cause what better way is there to learn about chauvinism than from a chauvinist, himself? I know I’ve made great improvements in elevating from this state of being since I realized it, but I guess I still hold the mentality of ‘once you’re it, you’re always it’. Some day though, I will forgive myself. In full. Anyway. Guys use females often to get comfort in being cared for, being acknowledged, being listened to and (somewhat) taken seriously.
Just kidding. About the somewhat. Anyway. It’s typical. There’s nothing wrong with it. Behind that macho bravado, in the absence of their homies, guys LOVE to hang out with a BFF-type girl and just chill, open up about personal problems, get some load off their chest. However you wanna put it, it’s regular. Once again, nothing wrong with that. What becomes such though, is what happens afterwards. Like a one-night stand in the end, the guys mostly feel they have no further obligations and just leave. At least with a one-night stand, it’s not peculiar. Two can play, right? But if a girl gives you her heart, gives you her time, opens up to you and your problems, all of your insecurities and issues, as a guy, if you leave her, right after she’s given you the goodness, simply ’cause you feel you don’t have anything more to say or do since you got yours, she’s then not a fool for having been dumped, emotionally. She’s a woman. That guy? That guy is a p*ssy! And no, I don’t mean vagina.
Lol, I just realized the term ‘p*ssy’ is of chauvinism origin, itself. If you’re soft and weak, you’re referred to, in a condescending way, to the vagina, namely p*ssy! Like, if you’re not hard, you’re soft, and that’s not macho-like. At least the penis gets hard once in a while, but the p*ssy? This is my deduction but I’m sure there’s some truth to it. Right? Machoism – the perceived supremacy of the human race. What potent chauvinism infused here. How rich. But ehy, what place to not put it on Dotun’s Blog, than in this post? It’s chauvinism! And we’re addressing it. You and me. OK, let’s go on.
This sucks. It really sucks. You know why? Because it reinforces the invisible, mental shackles of the restricitve, and oppressive social conditioning we largely live under and disturbingly accept in this world, that imprisons many, many females in the sentencing of being deemed a less important sex than males, which is a sentencing that sprawls from a deep-seated chauvinistic conviction. Big grammar! Weak sentence structure but ambitious attempt. Yeah, but I got my point across. On to the next one.
Anyway, so the females get used and abused often, as a normality, on an emotional basis, in their large, large numbers, more and more often than not, by loads and loads of guys. Yes, I feel like crap for being a guy now, that last sentence ripped me down. A bit. Whatever. Such is my job. But man, it sucks how hard it is to ‘disconnect’ yourself from the topic you’re treating and get beat down emotionally, ’cause the raw content of it is just so dark! NOW, IMAGINE WHAT FEMALES GO THROUGH WHEN THEY EXPERIENCE THIS SH*T!
Congratulations! You have just experienced an insight into the suffering of a female victim of gender inequality, from one perspective. Mind you, there are thousands, and this glimpse was only of minor intensity! Smile! It’s a beautiful day! Right? Oh, to be me. And you, for reading this stuff. We’re just going to have to wallow in it together. Crazy. Enjoy! Anyway.
Right, so that’s really bad and really painful for females to experience because they get left in the cold. And the guys who’ve done that, (me), who do that, (loads), don’t give f*ck and that’s the way it is (and has often been). OK, so what’s the next point? I’m writing the way I think because that way I maintain fluidity. You’re welcome, writers! Now, females aren’t second class to males. That’s just a dumbed-down, albeit prevalent male way of thinking. We’re in this together! Whichever way you wanna look at it, every conniving, no-good-for-nothing chauvinist was born out of the vagina of a woman, which by default then, should make him a p*ssy! But no one ever says anything about that, huh? Only, ‘Oh, I’m so guy, and I’m a macho and oh, I love my balls, my beard and my b*tch(es)!’
Go figure. People are left for God to make sense out of, not us. And I don’t even think I’m being blasphemous. I once read that being hateful of people is being a misanthropist. Who? ME? Well, if you scuba-dive into this ish like I do and realize so much of the vastness of evil there is to this conundrum and loosely put the pieces together with other, large-scale, man-made, millennial f*ck-ups that have been raging worldwide, afflicting the majority of people ever since Mother Earth first said, ‘Aw crap – humans!’, then you would understand why it is so too easy to just tap in and out of it, like you’re in the zone playing hopscotch!
Yes, I’m on fire. But I’m a water sign. And I wanna cool off because I’m approaching my limit and if I continue, I’ll post junk that will just be inappropriate for this elaboration. But I thank you for keeping up with me, this far. So, this is what we’re gonna do: the next time we see a guy abruptly breakin’ off with a girl after he made her his agony aunt, we’re gonna tell him, ‘Ehy! You wouldn’t like that if some pr*ck left you after you gave your heart to help him, so don’t treat a woman that way, b*tch!
Well, we can try, right? The intention of every attempt reinforces another. Karma. You have to believe!
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