loose convictions

a few days later, another blog. i found my girlfriend's blog today. very polished, very nice, no ads on it. i'm not complaining about blogspot, but i think that it sux that everything seems to be driven by advertisements these days.

Look at this freakin' website! Dubyaspeak.com

i'm listening to suicidal tendencies right now- good music to remind me that not everyone in the fuckin' world has really gone insane.

riddle me this, riddle me that, why is it ugly men think they are so fuckin' cool? and why don't we have more people making sex objects of men? why don't we get to see more of them with their sturdy little cockheads jutting up into the air, the bare rim of their pretty brown eyes peeking through the slit between their legs? admittedly, a fantasy of mine, and probably of more than few gay men out there. put their little mantitties on beer bottles, make 'em wear short skirts, (especially the cheerleaders!) and women to feel free to slap their little asses whenever and however they see fit to slap 'em.

yes. i want revenge. yes. i want to put men down. i feel lovely. lalala lovely. i will not stop feeling this way until my boyfriend's feelings get hurt every time i have to jerk my head around to check out some cheeky boy's balls in tight jeans, and every red-headed boy that passes my way reveals the fantasy of his red pubic hair on my face.

yeah, with all of that, i still don't hate men. i just hate the society that has put us in these positions. the positions that i must fill- mother, whore, sister, bitch, sexually repressed prude, virgin, slut. of course all of my identity is tied up in my pussy. aren't all wimmins? nah, really, fuck that. what i'm trying to tell you is that men cannot see beyond the pussy, see it as something less than what they have between their legs and this feeling is what has created the societies that we revel in today. a few more words on that- any pussy on the planet is bigger than any dick ever created. remember that whole birthing thing assholes?