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✝he $in ‘Zin€ • Issue <strong>#5</strong> • <strong>Wrath</strong> • June, Two-Thousand Twelve<br />
ISSUE CONTRIBUTORS<br />
Alex Swanner<br />
Calliope<br />
Elizabeth<br />
Gumbo the Wonder Dog<br />
J. Chiang<br />
Jack Dupp<br />
Johnny “Fawkin’” Bagels<br />
Julz Lulz<br />
Lea Meadows<br />
Lomina Peac<br />
Robin Madel<br />
Saucy Banter<br />
Sugarpuss O'SX<br />
Tage Savage<br />
Ty Hardaway<br />
Sugarpuss O'SX
✝he $in ‘Zin€<br />
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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Sin</strong> ‘Zine – Ira – 2
Keeping Score<br />
by Jack Dupp<br />
W<br />
rath. <strong>The</strong> deadliest of the Seven, highest body<br />
count anyway (for those keeping score, and<br />
there are always people keeping score). <strong>Wrath</strong><br />
is driven by pure emotion; logic is…not in this<br />
episode.<br />
Shooting by J. Chiang<br />
Rage is motivational, it causes sloths to say things like<br />
“Don’t make me set down this beer and get up outta my La-Z-Bastard!” When that which is<br />
negative can no longer be tolerated and all peaceful avenues have been exhausted, e.g.,<br />
“Please stop that. It’s annoying.” —Rule <strong>#5</strong> Outrage and war to the rescue! Some things can<br />
only be resolved through warfare-Total War-Nothing else will suffice and <strong>Wrath</strong> is the only<br />
useful emotion for Total War.<br />
Human beings are at their most productive during war. <strong>The</strong>y only act when forced (see Sloth)<br />
but when they have NO options, they are amazingly efficient. <strong>The</strong>re is nothing like the threat of<br />
annihilation to light the fires of creativity and productivity. Root hog or Die! Look at all the<br />
amazing technological advances attained during wartime. <strong>The</strong>y are exponential, put the<br />
economy on a war footing and watch it go. General Patton once said something to the<br />
effect of: Compared to war, all other human endeavors pale to insignificance. He knew of<br />
what he spoke, so did Admiral Yamamoto when he said that he feared all they had<br />
accomplished with the attack on Pearl Harbor was awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a<br />
terrible resolve. <strong>Wrath</strong>.<br />
War is Hell. <strong>The</strong> Romans got annoyed with Carthage. Enough was enough and they invoked<br />
Rule <strong>#5</strong> with a fucking vengeance. Carthage Must Die! Ever met a Carthaginian? Yeah, the<br />
Romans killed every living thing, left no stone atop another and SALTED THE GODDAMN EARTH!<br />
<strong>Wrath</strong> Indeed. He may have inspired General Sherman’s March to the Sea, but quite frankly<br />
he was an amateur and Atlanta can stop bitching.<br />
<strong>Wrath</strong> can turn normal human beings into super efficient Killing Machines—Berzerker Rage<br />
anyone? Most people only vent towards others who are different; the ‘birds of a feather’ thing,<br />
it’s very common. Do you know what happens to a ‘Pink Monkey’ or a ‘Painted Bird’? Look it<br />
up or lick it up, your choice. Those who look, act, dress, or think differently are targets simply by<br />
existing. All it takes is a little government propaganda during hard times and, Presto!<br />
Scapegoats every one of US can hate. This phenomenon can be seen daily in the Mideast<br />
ever since the Big Bright Flaming Ball lit the landscape littered with goats and hurt the eyes of<br />
the first protohumans there who took an instant, total, and eternal dislike of each other. And so<br />
it goes.<br />
Without <strong>Wrath</strong>, Mel Gibson would be dull. His twilight years’<br />
flagging career has been rejuvenated by his rage-induced<br />
rants about…well, pretty much everything. Let’s not forget<br />
the Grapes-Crushed and destroyed like a Syrian uprising, or<br />
the <strong>Wrath</strong> of Khan—THAT affected an entire planet!<br />
In short, <strong>Wrath</strong> is useful. <strong>Wrath</strong> is deadly. <strong>Wrath</strong> may be on<br />
the horizon. I say: Armeggedononwithit! I’m Jack Dupp.<br />
✝$€<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Sin</strong> ‘Zine – Ira – 3
Asshole Morning Monologue<br />
by Elizabeth<br />
G<br />
et out of the way! Why do you have to wander all<br />
over the sidewalk?<br />
Asshole!<br />
Damn! Why do you have to stand in the middle of the<br />
only stairway into the subway to talk on your damn<br />
phone?<br />
Asshole!<br />
Ten minutes! It's rush hour and there’s not another train for<br />
ten minutes?<br />
MTA Assholes!<br />
Stop pushing through the door in front of me!<br />
Asshole!<br />
Come on close up your legs and stop taking up two<br />
seats. Your balls aren’t that big.<br />
Asshole!<br />
Move the fuck out of the way so I can get off the train<br />
so you can get on the train. Assholes!<br />
Why are you stopping at the top of the escalator? <strong>The</strong>re are twenty people coming<br />
up behind you.<br />
Asshole!<br />
Do you really need to walk three people across on the<br />
sidewalk? Move! Assholes! All of you!<br />
What the fuck was I writing about again? Fucking job!<br />
Fucking bosses!<br />
Assholes!<br />
✝$€<br />
Huffing by Robin Madel<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Sin</strong> ‘Zine – Ira – 4
My Anger<br />
by Elizabeth<br />
I<br />
want to punch someone. I want to kick somebody’s ass. Not just<br />
anybody. I want to get into it with the next person who pisses me off<br />
on the street or in the subway or in my neighborhood. I have years<br />
and years of pent up anger just itching to get out and I can’t wait to<br />
find that willing victim who manages to cross me on a bad day.<br />
When I was a kid my sister would taunt me to the point where I<br />
couldn’t stand it anymore and I would hit her. She always fought like<br />
a girl though and would do things like dig her nails into my eyes or<br />
bite me. One time she bit me so hard through my jeans that she<br />
broke the skin. Another time she threw a plant at me. <strong>The</strong> clay pot<br />
broke against my hand. I still have a scar where it sliced open my<br />
pinkie finger. We stopped fighting when I started ignoring her. When I<br />
was in eleventh grade she left for the military and I pretended she<br />
didn’t exist. I was never as happy as the day she flew away to<br />
wherever it was that she did her basic training.<br />
When I was in ninth grade, I hit Paul Zwerdling in the face. I was in a<br />
bad mood and he made some insult and I punched him. I instantly<br />
felt remorseful and begged him not to tell on me. I probably would<br />
have been suspended because I was already in trouble for skipping<br />
classes. To be honest, I think he didn’t tell because he didn’t want<br />
anyone to know that he got punched by a girl.<br />
I never hit anyone after that, but now, I’m ready.<br />
I’m ready to unleash my anger. I’m ready to go. I have a lifetime of<br />
rage—rage about my sister’s constant torment, and my father’s need<br />
to always be right even when it was so painfully obvious that he was<br />
wrong, and my mother’s projection of her own particular brand of<br />
self-loathing onto me—and I’m ready to send it out to the universe,<br />
because I can’t stand having it inside of me any longer. I<br />
recommend you stay out of my way.<br />
✝$€<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Sin</strong> ‘Zine – Ira – 5
You Made Me Love You<br />
By Lea Meadows<br />
D<br />
ante said that wrath brings about “love of justice perverted to revenge and<br />
spite.” I thought of wrath in a different way. Pleasure. Pain. Agony. Ecstasy. How<br />
one chooses to use the burning rage building inside is a personal choice. I<br />
chose to use wrath to make you love me.<br />
It’s why I keep you here, tied down, arms and legs bound so that the pain is a dull<br />
ache that gets worse when you struggle. Kind of how you left me. Those nights when<br />
the throbbing between my legs and the humiliation drove me to press the pillow to my<br />
mouth and scream. I haven’t forgotten. That’s why I’ve stuffed my filthy panties in your<br />
mouth. So that you’d know what that felt like. So that the salty taste of my underwear<br />
would remind you of my tears.<br />
It makes me so hot to see you that way. Gagged and bound. Tied down in the dark,<br />
knowing that I’m near. Like when I’d see you talking to Janice from Accounting and<br />
I’d imagine your gaze traveling to where I was. I suffocated every time, remembering<br />
your whispered vows of love and<br />
forever as if you really felt those<br />
"Love of justice<br />
perverted to<br />
revenge and<br />
spite"<br />
-‐ Dante<br />
things like I did. As if you’d really<br />
uttered those words. I think about<br />
that every time I whisper in your ear<br />
as I drag the dull edge of the blade<br />
across your back. To mark you as<br />
mine would be so easy.<br />
My mind always travels to the nights<br />
when you’d master me. I had no<br />
idea that I’d become your slut. At<br />
least that’s what I’d imagined you<br />
call me. I actually felt your hands on<br />
my throat as you pushed inside me.<br />
You were never gentle and I didn’t<br />
want you to be. But we’d never actually spoken or seen each other outside of work.<br />
You just ruled me with your intense black eyes and the thought of that would make<br />
come over and over in never ending waves.<br />
It’s why I keep you here. Tied down among labeled boxes and old Christmas<br />
ornaments. This is the only place I could think of that would mask your screams of<br />
atonement. Your penance for making me yours and then leaving me to rot in my own<br />
sadness and anger. I have chosen to use wrath to make you love me. You will love<br />
me. You will. You will.<br />
✝$€<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Sin</strong> ‘Zine – Ira – 6
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<strong>Wrath</strong> by Robin Madel & Ty Hardaway<br />
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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Sin</strong> ‘Zine – Ira – 10
Bully<br />
By Lea Meadows<br />
I<br />
hurt.<br />
And in this never-ending freefall, I<br />
am always aware of what comes<br />
next. <strong>The</strong> red, broken skin. <strong>The</strong> blood.<br />
<strong>The</strong> splintered bone. <strong>The</strong> black and<br />
the blue. It’s a spectrum of color and<br />
sound that reminds me of your<br />
power. And every day sees another<br />
piece of my soul pulled and<br />
pummeled from my body. But I hurt<br />
and it hurts and it’s all that I know<br />
right now. And it consumes me as<br />
only the desire for freedom can do.<br />
It seems like an eternity that I’ve<br />
pondered squeezing out from under<br />
your torment. But no matter who I am<br />
today, you always find me. Today I<br />
am 12-year-old boy. I am a single<br />
mother. I am an elderly<br />
grandmother. I am your sister. I am<br />
your wife. No matter who I am, it still<br />
hurts the same.<br />
<strong>The</strong> beatings. <strong>The</strong> backhanded slaps.<br />
<strong>The</strong> kicks to the ribs. Your body<br />
holding me down. It has all brought<br />
me to this. I smooth my fingers up the<br />
cool, metal barrel of my salvation.<br />
And I sigh as it brings a smile to my<br />
face. No more tiptoeing around the house. No more taking a different way to school.<br />
No more secrets and tears as I try to bear your breath against my neck. It has all come<br />
to this. Only this time, I turn the hurt on you.<br />
I wield the power this time. My mind flutters between placing the hard steel against my<br />
temple and pointing it at your back as you walk away from me, muttering your disgust.<br />
I know I don’t have much time because next time might be when you win. <strong>The</strong> day<br />
you break me. And so I close my eyes, take aim and squeeze. No more hurt. Only the<br />
roaring battle cry of ending it my way and the smell of sulfur. And at long last, I find<br />
freedom in my final revenge.<br />
✝$€<br />
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Revenge is for the Young<br />
By Saucy Banter<br />
W<br />
rath is a woman: capricious, with swift and blinding violence, hell hath no fury.<br />
She can smite you from out of calm; she will smash you like the bug that you<br />
are. But, I don’t know why we are talking about that bitch; it’s her little brother<br />
Revenge that I want to discuss.<br />
Revenge was sweet. Hand in hand as children, we had a lot of amazing adventures<br />
together: pouring salt in the form of cuss words on front lawns, wrapping cars in toilet<br />
paper, making prank phone calls. As we got older, he rode shotgun as we trenched<br />
someone’s yard; he ran with me after lighting the bag of shit aflame. Finally maturing<br />
in college, we mailed floods of magazine subscriptions, Franklin Mint objects, and an<br />
avalanche of monster truck videos to our foes, blithely checking “Bill Me Later”.<br />
Revenge was so much fun! When a<br />
landlord kicked us out before our lease<br />
was up we superglued all the light bulbs<br />
in their sockets, when our neighbor<br />
complained about our lawn we threw<br />
handfuls of catnip in his. Revenge was<br />
never malicious; he left boiling bunnies<br />
& throwing brake fluid on cars to his<br />
sister. Revenge took his own good time<br />
whereas <strong>Wrath</strong> struck swiftly, unthinking,<br />
leaving remorse. Revenge is cool; <strong>Wrath</strong><br />
is burning hot.<br />
Revenge hasn’t been around lately; I<br />
kind of outgrew him. Technology made<br />
hanging out with him a losing<br />
proposition. How can you send someone a flood of magazine subscriptions when<br />
there are no magazines left? If you mess with your neighbor’s lawn, their camera will<br />
document it. How can you make prank calls when every phone has caller ID? Now if<br />
you agitate a landlord, he can find you without hiring a private investigator.<br />
Revenge has moved on to someone younger, more carefree. As I grew older and<br />
hopefully somewhat wiser, I realized that I don’t have to Tango with Revenge because<br />
if someone is an ass to me, that person will also be an ass to others, and one of those<br />
others will be hanging with my old lover. Now, when I think of getting even or<br />
dispensing payback, my mantra is, “That is a problem that will take care of itself”, and I<br />
leave it to those more inclined to retribution. <strong>Wrath</strong>, on the other hand, still rears her<br />
head (so don’t fuck with me).<br />
✝$€<br />
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Master’s <strong>Wrath</strong><br />
By Lea Meadows<br />
S<br />
he knew from the minute he walked in that it was going to be one of those days.<br />
All the signs were there: the stern, determined gait, the tense, steel-like jaw. He<br />
was not going to be easy on her today. And she hadn’t helped matters by<br />
defying him. His instructions were clear but it wasn’t as if she’d had much of a choice.<br />
She squirmed in her seat, felt the blush cut across her cheek and lowered her gaze.<br />
Best not to make things worse.<br />
It was all there the first time she met him. She was in the second semester of her junior<br />
year and had elected to take a film appreciation class instead of the usual women’s<br />
studies bullshit. All the feminist crap was wearing thin on her. She’d reluctantly agreed<br />
to take on the women’s studies minor to appease her advisor. You know the kind -<br />
failed hippie who now published overly dramatic poetry in local literary magazines<br />
and felt the need to “nurture” raw talent. She really needed to re-think her choice.<br />
So when she walked into his class, she was prepared to zone out and spend 90<br />
minutes outlining the premise of her next erotic short story. This time she was thinking of<br />
pairing an older woman with a former student who attended the class reunion to<br />
finally fuck his Physics teacher. And in the middle of a scene where Dean was bending<br />
Mrs. Farber over a chair in the faculty lounge, she felt a strange sense of foreboding.<br />
<strong>The</strong> air was almost still and it seemed like the entire class had gone silent because of it.<br />
She didn’t think to look up from her notebook because had she done that she’d<br />
notice that he was standing right in front of her.<br />
“Ms. McKinney? Is there something so much more interesting than my lecture?”<br />
Her mouth went dry. “Uh, no Mr. Finn. I’m here.”<br />
“You may be here but are you paying attention, Ms. McKinney?<br />
She could feel the wetness begin to saturate the middle panel of<br />
her panties. Two months ago, she had no idea that she’d become<br />
his pet. She felt like a puppet with strings attached to her nipples<br />
and clit instead of her arms and legs. But they never actually spoke<br />
or saw each other outside of the classroom. He just ruled her with his<br />
intense black eyes, the click of his shoes on the floor and the<br />
instructions he emailed her nightly. Instructions that’d made her<br />
come more times than she could count.<br />
<strong>The</strong> first of what he called “requests” came the day after she wore<br />
that tight black skirt that rode up when she slid into her chair.<br />
“Ms. McKinney. For tomorrow’s class I’d like for you to participate<br />
more in the discussion. Your perspective on the last reading was<br />
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enlightening and I think that your insight would contribute greatly to your fellow<br />
students’ understanding of the text. I also request that you slump a little further down in<br />
your chair and spread your legs wider so that I can see your cunt. And don’t wear<br />
panties.”<br />
She rubbed herself raw that night, coming in wave upon wave of vivid imagery. She<br />
imagined him between her thighs, dragging his tongue through her slit slowly and<br />
meticulously. He’d stop at her clit and circle the hard bud with such force that she’d<br />
flood his mouth with her come. She was so embarrassed by how breathless and turned<br />
on she was fantasizing about him this way. <strong>The</strong>n she’d stick her fingers in her pussy and<br />
came three more times.<br />
<strong>The</strong> next day she sat in the front row directly in front of his desk, just as he’d instructed.<br />
She slid into her chair and relaxed her legs so that they fell open slightly. Enough so<br />
that he could stare at her bare pussy (per his instructions) while they watched<br />
Goodfellas and marveled at the genius of Martin Scorsese’s play on light and dark in<br />
the film. <strong>The</strong> light of the film projector reflected off of her perfectly.<br />
And so it began. Every Thursday from 6-9 pm she’d sit in class and explore the way his<br />
khakis hugged his ass and the curve of his cock underneath the stiff fabric. She’d press<br />
her thighs together when he turned his back to her, stretching his long, muscle-roped<br />
arms to write something on the board. <strong>The</strong>n she’d run home and check her email to<br />
prepare for his next request and come hard while her fingers were buried deep inside<br />
and her right nipple was painfully pinched between her teeth.<br />
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He showed absolutely no mercy. And the day that he walked into class and she<br />
wasn’t sitting in the seat that he’d requested she sit in the night before, he brought ‘no<br />
mercy’ to a whole new level.<br />
She was running late for class and when she walked into the room, she noticed that<br />
someone was sitting in her seat. Her heart stopped for a second and she nervously<br />
glanced at his desk to make sure he wasn’t watching. To her relief, he hadn’t yet<br />
arrived, which gave her some time to remedy the situation.<br />
“Uh, excuse me? Hi. I think you’re sitting in my seat.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re aren’t any more seats and I can’t sit in<br />
the back again,” said the skinny blond. ‘I have<br />
a hard time hearing.”<br />
She looked in the direction that blondie was<br />
pointing and saw a seat in the back left corner<br />
of the room. Her heart raced. She didn’t have<br />
much of a choice and when she heard him<br />
enter the room behind her, she quickly slipped<br />
to the back and slid into the seat.<br />
<strong>The</strong> good professor moved to his desk without<br />
making eye contact with anyone. He dropped<br />
his briefcase and the loud thump made her clit<br />
throb. He immediately turned toward the front<br />
of the room, grabbed the chalk and wrote the<br />
following words on the board: "Desire followed<br />
the glance, pleasure followed desire."<br />
She actually thought her heart might stop<br />
beating right then and there.<br />
“How far is one willing to go for the person they<br />
desire?” he asked. He turned and let his gaze<br />
travel slowly across the room, as if he was trying<br />
Stig by Johnny “Fawkin’” Bagels<br />
to capture everyone’s attention. When he<br />
finally reached her, there was a flicker of<br />
something in his eyes that she couldn’t place.<br />
“In 1870, Leopold von Sacher Masoch introduced Venus in Furs to the world,” he said.<br />
“This was the first time that Masochism would be openly explored. In fact, the word<br />
Masochism is derived from the author’s name. But as you know, the release of this<br />
classic work was not without its consequences.”<br />
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She felt her skin grow hot, like a fever slowly building. She licked her parched lips and<br />
begged him with her eyes to stop staring at her. If she could’ve yelled out and rushed<br />
to kneel before him, she would have.<br />
“Though nothing could ever capture the essence of Masoch’s groundbreaking novel,<br />
there was an attempt made in 1969 by director Jesus Franco. Let’s take a look at a<br />
cinematic interpretation of the book and discuss, shall we?<br />
It was as if he was taunting her and as he turned on the projector and dimmed the<br />
lights, she swore she’d heard the word ‘submit’ whispered. To her dismay, he decided<br />
to sit facing the class. It was dark so while everyone was engaged in the images that<br />
danced across the screen, she could feel his eyes on her. She’d disobeyed and he<br />
was punishing her without even touching her. How was that possible? Each second felt<br />
unbearable upon her skin and she finally decided that she could take no more.<br />
She grabbed her belongings and quickly made her way to the door, acutely aware of<br />
the fact that he was following close behind her. As she made her way into the<br />
hallway, she felt his hand close around her neck and she gasped in surprise. His actions<br />
forced her to stop and turn just as he pushed her against the wall.<br />
“Now Ms. McKinney. What’s the hurry? Did I upset you or did you finally realize that you<br />
disobeyed a direct order?”<br />
His features were harsh and she couldn’t help but notice that his hand grew tighter<br />
around her neck as she stared into his dark eyes.<br />
“Sir, I am so sorry. I did not mean to disobey your orders. Someone was in my seat<br />
when I got here and I had no choice but to choose another one.”<br />
She felt her eyes bulge as he squeezed tighter and a little trickle of spit leaked from the<br />
corner of her mouth. His eyes immediately darted to that spot and almost instinctively,<br />
he licked at the droplet. And then he let go.<br />
“Well Ms McKinney. I guess we’ll have to figure<br />
out a way for you not to make the same mistake<br />
again, hmm? What do you think should be<br />
done?’<br />
“I think he who lets itself whip, earned to be<br />
whipped," she whispered.<br />
“Very good, pet,” he whispered back. She could<br />
see his eyes light up and his pupils dilate into<br />
thick circles.<br />
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<strong>The</strong> air around them grew still and she noticed that he’d tensed his jaw again so that<br />
she could see the muscle and bone flexing beneath the skin. His eyes bore through her<br />
and for a second, she thought she’d seen a darkness that frightened her just enough<br />
to excite her.<br />
Without a word, he moved in close and she thought he would kiss her but he didn’t.<br />
And as he walked back into the classroom, she was left standing in the hallway,<br />
confused, scared and intensely turned on. What just happened? Should she return to<br />
the classroom or walk away and risk the consequences? With a smile, she turned away<br />
from the door, deciding that this would be a good time to check her email to find out<br />
what those consequences might bring. She was sure she’d made things worse. But<br />
somehow, she thought Masoch would be proud.<br />
Happy Fucking Piece of Shit Birthday: Yeah, I fucking saved it anyway<br />
by Calliope<br />
✝$€<br />
✝$€<br />
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Eat Shit<br />
By Johnny “Fawkin’” Bagels<br />
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✝$€<br />
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Café of <strong>Wrath</strong> Menu<br />
By Gumbo the Wonder Dog<br />
✝$€<br />
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A Raging Rage Boner<br />
By Tage Savage<br />
I<br />
f one were to ask me whether I was<br />
a misogynist or not would depend<br />
on the mood I was in. If it had been<br />
the day I got my first blowjob or any<br />
other day that I had felt some form of<br />
feminine touch on my manhood, I'd<br />
have said no. Most other days, I would<br />
gladly say yes. Cunt-hatred feels good<br />
most other days.<br />
I've thought to myself about a lot of<br />
women "if she didn't have a pussy,<br />
there would be no reason to be nice<br />
to her." Sexual frustration isn't just frustrating, it hurts. It's a simmering kind of pain, a simmering<br />
kind of anger that can boil over onto the unsuspecting, if there's no release for it. It's how I<br />
became such an avid runner at one point. It's why I've have to make music, doodle, or write.<br />
It's why I need a creative outlet.<br />
If I don't I'll spew anger jizz on people that don't necessarily deserve it. Like the middle-aged<br />
lesbian that tried to tell me 'nicely' where I could smoke. Or the fat wigger at my old catering<br />
job who was complaining about how he had to walk a block to the teriyaki place next to our<br />
kitchen due to our van blocking all the good parking places. Or that faggot with the lisp that<br />
honked at me off on my bike in his van. In the wigger's defense it was kind of a hot day, me<br />
making fun of his tubby-homeboy-shuffle was just me projecting my own body-image issues.<br />
And I did make fun of that guy's lisp because I knew I was in the wrong for not signaling while<br />
riding my bike (still though, is pronouncing an 's' sound really that hard? It's called speech<br />
therapy, retard.) And when I exploded at the lesbian for telling me where to smoke she asked<br />
me "Don't you want a better world?" I couldn't think of a good retort so I just screamed "NO!"<br />
<strong>The</strong> real answer to that question is a bit more complex. I really think she wanted the<br />
satisfaction of telling me what to do, but as high on anger as I was, all I could muster was "YOU<br />
JUST WANT CONTROL!"<br />
I am a chimpanzee in a bonobo world. That's the control I couldn't quite articulate to the old<br />
dyke. <strong>The</strong> control I felt she wanted was the 'better' bonobo world is a world run by the pussybumpers,<br />
a world of docile, submissive males who don't complain as long as they get to fuck<br />
each other as male bonobo's are want to do. A better world is a world of faggot-people.<br />
Unlike the old chimp world, run by the roving hairy hard-men who keep their women and turf<br />
free from rival chimps. And yes, I wrote THEIR women—years of social evolution has favored<br />
the physically strong males over the physically weak women- a patriarchy, and 'Patriarchy' as I<br />
understand it.<br />
Who are the faggot people? Any male worth his weight in testosterone has either been called<br />
or called others "faggots" or "pussies." It's like a premonition—in a world without women, say a<br />
desert island or prison, someone is going to end up the bitch. It's up to the proud heterosexual<br />
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to prove to his peers that he can rise above it when the<br />
term is applied to him. He has to prove that he's not the<br />
bitch.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was this random dude at my Catholic High<br />
School that for some reason I started calling 'sex<br />
goddess.' Mind you, this fellow could never pass for<br />
feminine, let alone a goddess. It was just funny to me to<br />
call a random guy "sex goddess" but I didn't have<br />
“It was just funny<br />
to me to call a<br />
random guy ‘sex<br />
goddess.’”<br />
anything against him, or hate him. He had done nothing to me. He didn't deserve the insult,<br />
but the emotional sadist that I was, I enjoyed how irate he got whenever I lobbed the term his<br />
way. He HAD to prove that he wasn't and so used some karate move on me that didn't even<br />
leave a bruise before a school counselor broke it up. I wasn't angry, I got the point and<br />
respected his self-assertion- but I don't remember if I stopped calling him by that name. It's a<br />
matter of pride to never be the bitch.<br />
I had to learn my place as a young man. I had to learn to be a chimp. Wrong or right, my<br />
friends tended to be more Alex DeLarge than Elliot Smith. My belief is that it is that way<br />
naturally, be it a street gang, sports team, a skate crew, a band, a football firm, or work crew,<br />
male dynamics work more or less the same: there's always an Alex, a Pete, a Georgie, and a<br />
Dim, and other archetypes too, like the Joker, the Brain, the Vet. <strong>The</strong>re's always an Alpha<br />
(Alex, John Lennon, Robin Van Persie.) A second in command, (Georgie, Paul McCartney,<br />
Scottie Pippen.) A thick bruiser (Dim, Kevin Duckworth, Art Donovan.) A quiet but capable one<br />
(Pete, George Harrison, Troy Perkins.) A Joker (Ringo, Mugger, also Rollie Fingers just for the<br />
name and even more for the mustache.) A brainiac (Brian Eno when he was still in Roxy Music,<br />
Barry Horowitz from 'Bad Boys,' my friend Gunnar). A Vet (Alex at the end of the book, Nate<br />
McMillan, Captain Benjamin L. Willard.) As a male you learn to be all or some combination(s)<br />
of these archetypes- as tall as he is, Arsenal defender Per Mertesacker could fall under the<br />
bruiser category, but I wouldn't quite call him 'dim'; Arvydas Sabonis certainly wasn't. Yogi<br />
Berra could also be categorized as<br />
either "Quiet/Capable," the Joker, or<br />
the Brainiac. As for myself, at my best I<br />
was some combination of the Joker<br />
and the Brainiac.<br />
One archetype you don't want to end<br />
up as is the bitch, the pussy, the<br />
faggot (Sol Rosenburg from the Jerky<br />
Boys, Donny the Punk from "Answer Me<br />
#4: the Rape Issue,” this "Straight Edge<br />
For Christ" guy I knew at Community<br />
College who called himself “Hardcore<br />
Phil”) I've been the pussy, anyone who<br />
isn't naturally Alpha is at one point.<br />
You have to learn to not be Donny the<br />
Punk. You can pass it off as macho<br />
bullshit, but the reality is as cold and<br />
hard and painful as the rocks that the<br />
bigger kids threw at me when I was six.<br />
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I've met Donny the Punk on many different<br />
occasions. Here on the west coast, fellows<br />
are encouraged by their Hippy Mama's<br />
and Gender Studies professors to be him.<br />
And what with beards being a la mode<br />
nowadays, they even look like pussies. It's<br />
not necessarily wrong, it's just frustrating<br />
when you've learned to be some form of<br />
the opposite. I don't care for any man who<br />
hasn't feared for his personal safety,<br />
anyone who has never been discouraged<br />
from faggotry by a swift slug to the forearm,<br />
or anyone who didn't have an angry,<br />
alcoholic, or absent (either physically or<br />
emotionally) dad. Win or lose, you have to<br />
get into a fight at least once in your life for<br />
me to respect you. Women will respect you<br />
even less if you haven't had enough<br />
faggotry beaten out of you.<br />
I would never call<br />
myself a feminist. I<br />
don't have any<br />
good reasons to.<br />
I've been lied to,<br />
cheated on,<br />
insulted, patronized,<br />
demonized,<br />
betrayed, and<br />
manipulated by women, why the fuck<br />
should I care about them or their issues? I'm<br />
definitely pro-ABORTION (not pro-choice)<br />
more because I distrust humanity more<br />
than I care that women have choice (even<br />
though they should either way.) Though I<br />
am wont to agree with the theory, I'll leave<br />
the abortion/crime reduction debate to the<br />
economists. What I do know is that living<br />
among the pale-skinned meth miners, and<br />
morbidly obese diarrhea people of East<br />
Portland you can't help but agree that<br />
abortion is great for society.<br />
I don't mind that women want to have the<br />
same types of jobs that pay the same<br />
salaries and wages—as men—that seems<br />
fair. Equal pay for equal work. No argument<br />
there. A lot of times women do it better.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y care about things that wouldn't even<br />
“Catholic Church had<br />
told me about sin and<br />
sexuality was complete<br />
horse shit.”<br />
merit a sigh from me. Most perfectionists<br />
I've known in the workplace were female.<br />
So at least in my humble opinion, they<br />
make better employees and perhaps<br />
deserve better pay.<br />
Are you with us or against? Kinda both, if I<br />
were to be honest. Why does such a line<br />
need to be drawn in the first place? It might<br />
just be me drawing the line. Maybe I'm just<br />
ill informed, but I haven't had many positive<br />
experiences to draw from.<br />
By the time I was 13 I had pretty much<br />
decided that everything that the Catholic<br />
Church had told me about sin and sexuality<br />
was complete horse shit. Bumpy women in<br />
skimpy one-piece thongs looked a lot<br />
better than the shame I felt for the dying<br />
man on the cross.<br />
But in the<br />
scandalous days<br />
post-Clarence<br />
Thomas and Bob<br />
Packwood, and<br />
that guy who got<br />
kicked out of "Real<br />
World; LA," I would<br />
be blindsided not by<br />
religious shame but<br />
secular.<br />
It was around this time that I had made my<br />
first friend—a girl who lived in my<br />
neighborhood. It was nice hanging out with<br />
a girl that didn't tease or put me down for<br />
being the grody fat kid that I saw myself as.<br />
And we could talk about anything, it was<br />
safe and more fulfilling than any friendship I<br />
have had since. I was Kevin Arnold and she<br />
was Winnie Cooper—for a while.<br />
I don't remember exactly what I did to<br />
make her mad, but somewhere in the<br />
pubescent sexual tension that was our<br />
friendship, we had a fallout. I learned the<br />
hard way that 13-year-old girls are fucking<br />
insane. She accused me of<br />
sexual harassment.
<strong>The</strong> accusation was compounded by the fact that her father was a cop. Somehow she got it<br />
into her head that I had tried to rape her. To be fair, we had "you show me yours-I’ll show you<br />
mine" type games and the both of us would watch scrambled pay-per-view porn on<br />
analogue cable for the moans and moments that the picture would clear and we could<br />
make out what was happening. I was never that aggressive though.<br />
"DID YOU TOUCH HER?!" Having an angry police officer yelling in your face is scary enough;<br />
one could imagine how terrifying it was at that age. I actually did touch her. She loved it when<br />
I would do my impressions of Buddy from "<strong>The</strong> Kids in <strong>The</strong> Hall." I would act gay and lay my<br />
hand on her leg whenever I would come up with a "you know what I mean, girlfriend" quip.<br />
She got off on it.<br />
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But the incident she had described to her father was much more serious, and one that I still<br />
have no recollection of. She claimed that at one point I attempted to rape her. I probably did<br />
get a little too close and a little too rough—but I would never hurt her. I was simply a horny 13year-old<br />
boy.<br />
Word spread throughout the neighborhood and even the adults that should have known<br />
better looked at me like I was a predator. It was a bit terrifying and overwhelming to say the<br />
least. It hurt, I wasn't a criminal or a hoodlum, I was a nice kid. I have always been a weirdo, I<br />
mean really, what straight 13-year-old boys do impressions of Buddy from "Kids/Hall"? But for<br />
the most part I was a decent kid, I always respected her and didn't deserve the ire that was<br />
directed at me.<br />
<strong>The</strong> drama blew over and we became make-out buddies, but 14-year-old girls aren't much<br />
saner than their year-younger selves. Starting high school a year ahead of me meant a new<br />
boyfriend who she didn't tell me about. I didn't know it was over until she tricked me into a<br />
fight with her new beau and his friend. It wasn't really a fight. <strong>The</strong>y just yelled and posed and<br />
threw my skateboard across the street and told me that she was his now. <strong>The</strong>re was no<br />
bloodshed but it still hurt. (She also let my cuter cousin finger-bang her when we were still<br />
going steady.)<br />
Understandably, these experiences shaped a view of women and dating that isn't all that<br />
positive. As fun as they are to look at, it was always safest to remember that women are crazy,<br />
manipulative, scary and overall not really to be trusted. I tell this middle-school tale of woe to<br />
friends, they tell me it was a long time ago, but this idea was formed at a time when the brain<br />
matter is still developing, hence it has been festering in my sub-consciousness and has been<br />
cock-blocking me all my life.<br />
I think it's weird when men call themselves 'feminists'. I could never call myself that, not<br />
because I'm male, but because the impression I get from that ideology is that my evolutionary<br />
quest for biological affirmation (i.e. muff) is something to be either to be feared (Andrea "All<br />
Sex Is Rape" Dworkin) or something to be taken advantage of (Camille Paglia). Honestly, I've<br />
never read either Dworkin or Paglia so my simplification of their philosophies isn't fair, but with<br />
so many ugly dykes adamantly against my favorite hobby, jerking off to porn, I have no<br />
sympathy for their cause.<br />
Though heterosexual feminists may say they like "caring and nurturing" types (see 'pussies'), but<br />
they really don't respect them. What I find most satisfying is scoring flirtation from a feminist<br />
whose bearded boyfriend/fuck buddy/friend-boy/male peon calls himself by that same<br />
name. It's funny watching the looks on their faces, the simmering jealousy and resentment, but<br />
too stuck in an ideology to acknowledge their true feelings. It IS actually is a woman<br />
mistreating them. Now you feel what I feel, and that makes me feel good.<br />
Me: (petting heavily) "What's he so mad about? Is he your<br />
boyfriend?"<br />
<strong>The</strong> Mistress: "Oh No. He's a privileged white male, he's got nothing to<br />
be angry about"<br />
Yeah, it happened.<br />
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This is not to imply that female feminists are<br />
all scandalous cunts, rather Feminism can<br />
be used as a convenient ideology that<br />
scandalous cunts may use to justify their<br />
abuse of anyone with a dick. I didn't end<br />
up fucking her—my apartment was too<br />
messy to invite anyone over (I'm a<br />
caveman, it's true), and she was staying<br />
with Puss-pants so I slept alone that night.<br />
<strong>The</strong> encounter confirmed what I already<br />
believed, biology trumps ideology.<br />
Just as I feel that Hustler magazine is a more<br />
interesting read than the Bible, so too are<br />
women attracted to fellows that don't act<br />
like complete Faggots. I have been asked<br />
by flirty women if I was a feminist, my best<br />
answer has always been along the lines of<br />
"Yeah, sure baby" making sure that I<br />
emphasize my lone dimple while smiling,<br />
maybe rub their back or leg at the same<br />
time—she'll be too moist to find the answer<br />
objectionable. If she doesn't she's a lost<br />
cause and I move along to something<br />
kinder and gentler, and less ideologically<br />
demanding.<br />
I resent feminism for the fact that despite all<br />
their encouragement to act kinder and<br />
nurturing there is a certain way to be/act in<br />
order to attract a female. It's not so much<br />
that young men can't be kind, as it is that<br />
they must be active, rather than passive. I<br />
remember hearing some PSA on PBS or<br />
Nickelodeon or whatever it was on, it was a<br />
'Tip For Teens' about dating and whatnot.<br />
<strong>The</strong> gist of the message was that it was<br />
okay for teenage girls to "ask out" boys. I<br />
was dumb enough to believe that girls<br />
would come my way just by virtue of<br />
hearing that message; the way I<br />
interpreted it (quite logically) was that I<br />
didn't have to be the one in pursuit and<br />
having the experiences and emotional<br />
outlook on life that I did, I needed any<br />
excuse to not pursue.<br />
I wish I had had a kind older brother to say<br />
to me straight "YOU have to be the pursuer!<br />
THEY are going to expect you to be that. I<br />
know it sucks. It's embarrassing and<br />
degrading and awkward, and you will fail<br />
more than you succeed, but if you WANT<br />
pussy you have to jump those hoops. DON'T<br />
listen to well-intended middle-aged bitches<br />
who have never had a dick, they DON'T<br />
know what they're talking about. Quit<br />
acting like a FAGGOT and get some<br />
PUSSY!" I probably did get that message,<br />
but didn't want to believe it. I wanted to<br />
believe that all those bra burners had<br />
changed the rules, they didn't. Muff is still a<br />
prize to be sought after and won.<br />
Maybe there's more I need to read on the<br />
subject. But the message I've gotten about<br />
Feminism has done the exact opposite to<br />
spur my interest. Every college campus has<br />
at least one "Take Back <strong>The</strong> Night" festivalthingy,<br />
even my alma mater held one.<br />
Maybe I lie when I say I've never been<br />
offended. <strong>The</strong> closest I've come was at that<br />
gathering in the Park Blocks of Portland<br />
State University. <strong>The</strong>y had a table for the<br />
menfolk called "Register Your Penis" as if<br />
registering a gun. It was supposed to be a<br />
cute way for all the 'enlightened' and<br />
bearded fixie riders to show solidarity. I was<br />
implored by female friends to sign up. I<br />
refused. My dick isn't a gun. It is an<br />
appendage that I use to expel liquid waste<br />
and splazz. It is a tool of love, not a weapon<br />
of violence.<br />
I refused not because I'm all for rape, but<br />
because the message I got from the whole<br />
thing was that because I have a dong, I<br />
was probably a rapist. I am not a rapist; I'm<br />
not even a potential rapist. <strong>The</strong> thought of<br />
penetrating someone by force does not<br />
make my dick hard. I didn't find the<br />
"Register Your Penis" table in the least bit<br />
cute. I'll admit, it was funny to me, but not<br />
for the reasons the young Gender Studies<br />
majors had intended. I probably wasn't the<br />
only dude with a dick feeling a bit resentful<br />
that I was looked at with such suspicion.
And if the whole "Take Back <strong>The</strong> Night" festival is anti-rape, why not an anti-MURDER fest? <strong>The</strong>n<br />
again, I'm not sure if I'd prefer either to happen to me if I HAD to choose, but the point still<br />
stands. Rape, like abortion, murder, war, and genocide, is an unfortunate reoccurring human<br />
phenomenon. As long as there are human beings, a certain percentage of that population<br />
will commit unfortunate acts of violence. But one thing is for sure; I'm not in their number.
I enjoy the female form. I'm a pervert and a lecher. I love a good piece of ass. I've enjoyed<br />
the T&A as long as I've been old enough to get a boner. I can even remember having lesbian<br />
fantasies at age 4. "Wouldn't it be great to have two mommies to touch my pee pee?" (For<br />
real. No joke.) For the most part hips, lips, and tits are great eye candy—but they have never<br />
been rape candy. In order to successfully get off, I need that extra ego caress that can only<br />
be got through mutual consent. I know how to restrain myself; I take mental pictures of the<br />
bouncy buoyant persons and save the data for a late night jerk off session. This is what men<br />
who aren't psychopathic do. A gentleman can restrain himself, a psychopath cannot. Rallies<br />
and railing against rape, are as useless as rallies against murder. Men aren't the problem, men<br />
without empathy are.<br />
I have a friend who was raped late at night by some random transient while at college in<br />
Eugene. Before calling the cops, she and her male friends formed a mini-lynch mob and<br />
hunted him down and beat the shit out of him. She described the guy taking the beating in<br />
dead-eyed stride, unflinching in the face<br />
“A psychopath wouldn't<br />
mind registering his dick.<br />
He'd say everything those<br />
empowered women<br />
would want to hear….”<br />
of his punishment before the cops came<br />
to take him away. I can't really say if all<br />
rapists are psychopaths, but one would<br />
have to have a special kind of screw<br />
loose to get off on such an act.<br />
A psychopath wouldn't mind registering<br />
his dick. He'd say everything those<br />
empowered women would want to hear<br />
before inviting them out for drinks. Once<br />
he got them drunk and alone, the sheep's<br />
clothing would come off. I'd put money down that some similar scenario happened that same<br />
night at PSU, or if not there than at any number of college campuses across the county. And it<br />
will probably happen again, rendering the whole "TBTN" message completely useless.<br />
And if a majority of rapes are committed by people the victims know, then perhaps women<br />
need a better douchebag detector. I myself have been labeled as such because for the most<br />
part, I prefer the shape of a woman's asses to her personality. I'm honest about it, my honesty<br />
has not won me all that many slumber parties, but at least they know where I<br />
stood. Successful manipulators aren't going to be as forthcoming. Cover up or don't, the Ted<br />
Bundy's of the world are going to get at you no matter what you are wearing, or how many<br />
"consciousness raising events" you attend.<br />
Sometimes in fits of sexually frustrated, rage, I did wish that I were a rapist. But I could never do<br />
it. Not only could I not handle the shame, I couldn't actually go through with it either no matter<br />
how hard up I was. It seems like it would be like killing an animal, I've had many an aging pet<br />
that needed putting out of its misery, but I just didn't have it in me to stop their suffering. I can<br />
talk shit and scream all day long and throw insults back and forth at people I don't respect,<br />
but for the most part I'm not violent.<br />
<strong>The</strong> most I came to actually committing a rape was meekly asking my High School Crush and<br />
best friend-girl if I could lick her asshole. I didn't want anything else, I just wanted analingus. She<br />
explained how awkward and gross it would be and that it would probably ruin our friendship.<br />
Of course I felt like a creep for asking—but even without the tossed salad, our friendship was<br />
still pretty much ruined anyway.<br />
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One of the theories I read somewhere about the origin of patriarchy is that somewhere along<br />
the line, men didn't know about the birds and the bees. "Anthropological evidence suggests<br />
that most prehistoric hunter-gatherer societies were relatively egalitarian, and that patriarchal<br />
social structures did not develop until many years after the end of the Pleistocene era,<br />
following social and technological innovations such as agriculture and domestication.<br />
However, according to Robert M. Strozier, historical research has not yet found a specific<br />
"initiating event". Some scholars point to about six thousand years ago (4000 BCE), when the<br />
concept of fatherhood took root," At the beginning of Agricultural Revolution, there was a kind<br />
of coup d'etat de bitte once he observed from domesticated animals that humping resulted<br />
in offspring, thus we get patriarchy. 1<br />
I understand that humans are actually more closely related to bonobo's, but why does human<br />
behavior throughout history been more chimpanzee like? My theory is that some prehistoric,<br />
bonobo Alex Delarge decided he did not want to be pushed around by the matriarchs of his<br />
herd. <strong>The</strong> monkey with a bone at the beginning of "2001: A Space Odyssey" didn't stop at<br />
beating down his rivals. <strong>The</strong> power must have been enticing; I think Bone-Monkey used his new<br />
weapon to get all the monkey ass he wanted—both male and female. After that, generations<br />
of Alex Delarge made everyone put out or get their heads bashed in. <strong>The</strong> only survivors would<br />
have been the ones that didn't mind being submissive and were rewarded in kind- they<br />
became the penetratees, while Father "I'm going to have rape for dinner" McMonkey's<br />
penetrator y-chromosome was in every male proto-human thereafter, paving the way for his<br />
Pete, Georgie, Dim etc. sons and nephews.<br />
Most of the women I know and hath known prefer being the penetratee rather than the<br />
penetrator. Indeed, I heard once on NPR that brain scans reveal that women are turned on by<br />
being attractive rather than by being attracted—something along those lines. Even if my<br />
description of the information is 100% accurate, ideologues will find some reason to discredit it<br />
as biased or wrong in some way, but I'm not going to complain that some ladies enjoy offering<br />
their bodies to me.<br />
Eventually things got better for those poor post-bonobo/proto humans, inter-gender relations<br />
got better and they could base their relationships on love rather than violence. But the<br />
damage had been done. Even if somewhere in our history, nice guys like me (and lesbians)<br />
could avoid the sting of a club to the head, they were still hard-wired to fuck and not get<br />
fucked. In the meantime the lady proto-humans preferred the opposite, and both have been<br />
selecting those respective traits ever since.<br />
I don't buy that it took until the Agricultural revolution for male humans to figure out "where<br />
babies come from." This theory is an insult to the intelligence of hunter-gatherer societies. <strong>The</strong>re<br />
may have never been a noun "father," but they probably did have a verb "to father."<br />
Postulating where 'Patriarchy' starts in human history is irrelevant at this point. What we do<br />
know from evolution is that the strong overcome the weak, the clever overcome the strong,<br />
and also, and most importantly in the span of Human existence, the psychopathic dominate<br />
any who are neither.<br />
✝$€<br />
1 Go ahead. Wikipedia "Patriarchy.” Yeah, so what if it's Wikipedia? Use it to prove me wrong later.)<br />
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