HannahLynHeather -> guys suck, but i'm not a man-hating dyke (6/14/2011 4:07:08 AM)
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it seems i have managed to give people the impression that i am a man hating lesbian. this isn't really the case. so in order to dispell the misunderstanding, and to avoid explaining repeatedly, here are the facts of the matter. i'm not really a lesbian, i'm bisexual. i like fucking men, a lot. i just don't want to deal with them afterwards. i prefer to do what i call the fuck n fuck: fuck me then fuck off. i have been in love twice in my life. once from ages 17 to 19 with a male, and now with heather. so as far as romantic attachments go, it's 50/50. i am, however, only interested in women for the purposes of a relationship. now this isn't because i hate men, i don't. i just have great disdain for, and a really shitty opinion of the vast majority of them. this isn't some fucked up philosophical position, its not based on any feminist ideology or feelings of oppression by some fucking patriarchal society or any such shit. it's based on just shy of ten years experience with men from the point of view of a prostitute, of a girl living alone on the road, of somebody automatically perceived and treated as potential prey. reviled by all and sundry and rejected by those supposedly in place to protect the vulnerable. when even the "ardent feminist" do-gooder running the women's outreach shelter sneaks into your room in the middle of the night, you get just a little fucking cynical. if he were the exception it wouldn't be a fucking problem, but he's not. he's the norm. since i left home at 19 i've fucked a shit load of men, and i mean a shit load, so we're not talking about a few bad eggs here, we're talking hundreds of the fuckers. and not just low lifes, no, i'm talking school teachers, priests, politicians, lawyers, doctors, contractors, all sorts from every walk of life. regular fucking pillars of society. and they are pretty much all the same. up in the respectable world where most of you have lived your whole lives, its hidden. the wonderful, caring, intelligent men in your lives tuck it away until they come downtown and meet me. then they take off the masks they wear for your benefit and show their true colours. where i used to live, down in the gutter so to speak, its out in the fucking open, stripped naked and on display for all to see. the viciousness, the callousness, the infantile sense of entitlement, the ignorance, the insecurities, the fragile over-inflated egos, the manipulativness, the childish vindictiveness, the selfishness, the greed, the savegry and violence, and the sheer unimaginable self-centered, egotistical stupidity verging on outright idiocy. and the lies, the endless web of fucking lies they spin to justify themselves. you wouldn't believe the number of pathetic little overgrown mummy's boys who fucked me and then cried like babies while i held them and soothed them and then beat the shit out of me because i'd seen them like that. and the shit they tell us, men trust whores with their deepest secrets. and trust me ladies, you sure as fuck do not want to know what your loving husbands, sons and fathers really think of you. there's a really good reason so many ex prostitutes identify as lesbians, and that reason is men. when they are freed of societal constraints, they are, on the whole, very fucking unpleasant creatures. the fact that i'll even speak to a man is proof of my being really fucking tolerant, forgiving, and unbelievably optimistic in the face of overwhelming evidence, but i am. i give every man the chance to prove himself, they all start with a clean slate. but when it comes to men i've done my fucking research, and i'm a realist about them, so i really don't expect to fucking much from them. that being said, not all of them are right fucking assholes, just almost all of them. i have a few male friends, and they are among my closest and most trusted friends. a good man is really fucking good, they're just really, really fucking rare, maybe 1 in 50 if you're really fucking lucky. i hope that clears things up a bit. hannah lynn
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