Showing posts with label XX. Show all posts
Showing posts with label XX. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Int'nl MENS' Day*

What this modern society seems to despise is someone standing up for themselves.  Someone claiming credit for the work done by them.  Quiet tolerance through drudgery is a slave mentality.  Among the girl talk, the shortest leash and tightest collar wins the last Bon Bon.

Shouting about Equality while standing on a pedestal waiting to be adored doesn't work for many men with a sense of self.  When the breeding and nesting is done,  when the 5AM alarm clock stops screaming, when the time of life is quiet contemplation, her demands are not important.

Love is fleeting. Love is fun. Love doesn't bind.


Crying has gotten to be such a manipulative game.  I've grown cold.  Too many ghost wolves.  There are tragedies and pain deserving of emotion.  As I see at least three women crying every night on my local news, I've grown immune.  I have to save my empathy energy for my loved ones.  Screen images are make believe, their story not mine, too many just plain made up. Women are not special.

Toughen up, gals.  Butch up, Sally.  It's a bitch out there.

... and you want to do these traditional male jobs like the trades or police/fire, do them well or don't do them at all.  The world doesn't bend to your fat ass needs and inability to work on a team.

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published November 20, 2019

Monday, June 17, 2019

OregonMuse... 02


"Before the rush to canonize this whole 'trans' thing, I think we should remind ourselves of a few basic facts: if a man puts on a dress and calls himself "Charlotte", he's not a woman, he's a mentally ill man with a woman's name wearing a dress. If he starts receiving female hormone injections, he's still not a woman, he's a mentally ill man with a woman's name wearing a dress, with messed up body chemistry. If he undergoes gender reassigment surgery, he's still not a woman, he's a mentally ill man with a woman's name wearing a dress, with messed up body chemistry and no penis. If he gets a document from a court or other government agency saying he's a woman, he's still not a woman, he's a mentally ill man with a woman's name wearing a dress, with messed up body chemistry, no penis, and a legal document that caters to his delusion. And if he and his friends manage to get a law passed that says he must be addressed by the female pronouns he prefers, he's still not a woman, he's a mentally ill man with a woman's name wearing a dress, with messed up body chemistry, no penis, a legal document that caters to his delusion, and backed with the force of law. To sum all of this up: He's still a man, baby! And do you know what the funny part of all this is? The people who are vigorously pushing this like to think of themselves as the party of science."


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Tuesday, March 12, 2019

XX XY


XX XY

I'VE GOT XY BONES WITH AN XX BRAIN

I CUT OFF MY DICK I'LL NEVER BE THE SAME

I CAN PRETEND TO BE A GIRL

I'D LOVE TO GIVE IT A WHIRL

GIVE ME A VAGINA I'LL CHANGE MY NAME



IT AIN'T THE PERFUME

OR THE CLOTHES YOU ARE WEARING

AIN'T THE ATTITUDE

THAT MAKES YOU DARING

YOU CAN'T BE A MASH UP, UH HUH



I'VE GOT XX BONES WITH AN XY DESIRE

THE DRESSES AND MAKEUP MAKE ME A LIAR

I CAN PRETEND TO BE A MAN

BE A SAILOR ON DRY LAND

BUT I'LL NEVER BE ANYONE'S SIRE



BLESSED WITH A UTERUS

TREAT IT AS A GIFT

BORN WITHOUT A UTERUS

GONNA GIVE THE SEAT A LIFT

YOU CAN'T BE A MASH UP, UH HUH


YOU CAN'T BE A MASH UP

IT JUST CAN'T BE

YOUR BONES IS WHO YOU ARE

IT'S NOT WHAT YOU SEE


          
IT'S WHAT INSIDE THAT COUNTS

SIMPLE FACT OF LIFE

THE PLUMBING AND THE BONES

MAKE YOU A HUSBAND OR A WIFE

YOU CAN'T BE A MASH UP, UH HUH


YOU CAN'T BE A MASH UP

IT JUST CAN'T BE

YOUR BONES IS WHO YOU ARE

IT'S NOT WHAT YOU SEE