The Sin 'Zine-#5-Wrath - Middlespace

A Raging Rage Boner
By Tage Savage
I
f one were to ask me whether I was
a misogynist or not would depend
on the mood I was in. If it had been
the day I got my first blowjob or any
other day that I had felt some form of
feminine touch on my manhood, I'd
have said no. Most other days, I would
gladly say yes. Cunt-hatred feels good
most other days.
I've thought to myself about a lot of
women "if she didn't have a pussy,
there would be no reason to be nice
to her." Sexual frustration isn't just frustrating, it hurts. It's a simmering kind of pain, a simmering
kind of anger that can boil over onto the unsuspecting, if there's no release for it. It's how I
became such an avid runner at one point. It's why I've have to make music, doodle, or write.
It's why I need a creative outlet.
If I don't I'll spew anger jizz on people that don't necessarily deserve it. Like the middle-aged
lesbian that tried to tell me 'nicely' where I could smoke. Or the fat wigger at my old catering
job who was complaining about how he had to walk a block to the teriyaki place next to our
kitchen due to our van blocking all the good parking places. Or that faggot with the lisp that
honked at me off on my bike in his van. In the wigger's defense it was kind of a hot day, me
making fun of his tubby-homeboy-shuffle was just me projecting my own body-image issues.
And I did make fun of that guy's lisp because I knew I was in the wrong for not signaling while
riding my bike (still though, is pronouncing an 's' sound really that hard? It's called speech
therapy, retard.) And when I exploded at the lesbian for telling me where to smoke she asked
me "Don't you want a better world?" I couldn't think of a good retort so I just screamed "NO!"
The real answer to that question is a bit more complex. I really think she wanted the
satisfaction of telling me what to do, but as high on anger as I was, all I could muster was "YOU
JUST WANT CONTROL!"
I am a chimpanzee in a bonobo world. That's the control I couldn't quite articulate to the old
dyke. The control I felt she wanted was the 'better' bonobo world is a world run by the pussybumpers,
a world of docile, submissive males who don't complain as long as they get to fuck
each other as male bonobo's are want to do. A better world is a world of faggot-people.
Unlike the old chimp world, run by the roving hairy hard-men who keep their women and turf
free from rival chimps. And yes, I wrote THEIR women—years of social evolution has favored
the physically strong males over the physically weak women- a patriarchy, and 'Patriarchy' as I
understand it.
Who are the faggot people? Any male worth his weight in testosterone has either been called
or called others "faggots" or "pussies." It's like a premonition—in a world without women, say a
desert island or prison, someone is going to end up the bitch. It's up to the proud heterosexual
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