The Sin 'Zine-#5-Wrath - Middlespace

I've met Donny the Punk on many different
occasions. Here on the west coast, fellows
are encouraged by their Hippy Mama's
and Gender Studies professors to be him.
And what with beards being a la mode
nowadays, they even look like pussies. It's
not necessarily wrong, it's just frustrating
when you've learned to be some form of
the opposite. I don't care for any man who
hasn't feared for his personal safety,
anyone who has never been discouraged
from faggotry by a swift slug to the forearm,
or anyone who didn't have an angry,
alcoholic, or absent (either physically or
emotionally) dad. Win or lose, you have to
get into a fight at least once in your life for
me to respect you. Women will respect you
even less if you haven't had enough
faggotry beaten out of you.
I would never call
myself a feminist. I
don't have any
good reasons to.
I've been lied to,
cheated on,
insulted, patronized,
demonized,
betrayed, and
manipulated by women, why the fuck
should I care about them or their issues? I'm
definitely pro-ABORTION (not pro-choice)
more because I distrust humanity more
than I care that women have choice (even
though they should either way.) Though I
am wont to agree with the theory, I'll leave
the abortion/crime reduction debate to the
economists. What I do know is that living
among the pale-skinned meth miners, and
morbidly obese diarrhea people of East
Portland you can't help but agree that
abortion is great for society.
I don't mind that women want to have the
same types of jobs that pay the same
salaries and wages—as men—that seems
fair. Equal pay for equal work. No argument
there. A lot of times women do it better.
They care about things that wouldn't even
“Catholic Church had
told me about sin and
sexuality was complete
horse shit.”
merit a sigh from me. Most perfectionists
I've known in the workplace were female.
So at least in my humble opinion, they
make better employees and perhaps
deserve better pay.
Are you with us or against? Kinda both, if I
were to be honest. Why does such a line
need to be drawn in the first place? It might
just be me drawing the line. Maybe I'm just
ill informed, but I haven't had many positive
experiences to draw from.
By the time I was 13 I had pretty much
decided that everything that the Catholic
Church had told me about sin and sexuality
was complete horse shit. Bumpy women in
skimpy one-piece thongs looked a lot
better than the shame I felt for the dying
man on the cross.
But in the
scandalous days
post-Clarence
Thomas and Bob
Packwood, and
that guy who got
kicked out of "Real
World; LA," I would
be blindsided not by
religious shame but
secular.
It was around this time that I had made my
first friend—a girl who lived in my
neighborhood. It was nice hanging out with
a girl that didn't tease or put me down for
being the grody fat kid that I saw myself as.
And we could talk about anything, it was
safe and more fulfilling than any friendship I
have had since. I was Kevin Arnold and she
was Winnie Cooper—for a while.
I don't remember exactly what I did to
make her mad, but somewhere in the
pubescent sexual tension that was our
friendship, we had a fallout. I learned the
hard way that 13-year-old girls are fucking
insane. She accused me of
sexual harassment.