Saturday 31 March 2018

WLTM A NICE RUGBY PLAYER.... (for dancing)

Two things that really piss me off, just now, like badly, like snagging on barbed wire every time you hear it fury, like hijacked derailed fury... when I really need to be thinking about something else...


this.

middle men, talking, talking about the Belfast Rape Trial,  saying girls (these days) go on like groupies don't they? they're up for anything aren't they?,
game for anyone,  bait for everyone, asking for anything, aren't they. Basically.
...from I mean celebrities? from rugby players? presidents? producers!  All those guys, like... everyone knows, these girls they go to tents, to bedrooms, hotel rooms, buses, parties after,
because they're, THEY ARE,  basically,  UP FOR IT...

                                                                                group sexing,
                                                                   
                                                                                                   spit roasting,
                                                                                                                             use.

...you have to see the gleam in everyman's eye in giving this recital, this declaration, this charter to abuse.... to understand the comfort all this BULLSHIT gives them, not to mention the vicarious sexual buzz (let's mention that)

I asked my daughter about it, this fine and self serving argument that girls can't wait to give group head to strangers, lie down to be devoured by braying men, gratify without being gratified...
she shuddered, and not in anticipation either,
" oh no, ah no, ah no one... no one, no girl wants, would want...ever.. that... not drunk of sober, single or no....you wouldn't want that? it they paid you, even, you wouldn't want that? never, ever, no!
"I mean you might go out in carefree casual anticipation of a...like encounter?...with a sort of...like nice rugby player? for maybe dating? or like dancing? or maybe to walk you home, I'd say, or loving if you really really liked him, maybe, maybe?"  so,  that's all?

that's all guys,
                       that's really,
                                          truly
                                                   all.

and this

the middle class male barristers talking, talking,  questioning, oblivious, (to their own unconscious bias) girls.  About rape.  YOU WHAT you smiled, you touched, you simpered, stumbled, followed, danced with, smiled? you smiled???...
YOU DID NOT go home early, stay on bitter lemon, move in girl packs, go home early, punch him, kick him, go home early, have a, measured, conversation during which you told him no? OH NO? You what you FROZE? you say YOU FROZE???  convenient no? when all you women make your fake claims, yes you, yes you say you, FROZE?.

                                           .... so he was tired of your teasin'.....

OH BOYS OH BOYS IF EVER ANY ONE ONE OF YOU DIG DOWN INTO YOUR OWN DEPRESSING BIAS YOU MIGHT SEE ALL THOSE MEN requiring alcohol and  paralysing fear TO KICKSTART  PREDATORY SEX.  A FULL GROWN MAN CAN HURT, CAN WOUND, CAN INCAPACITATE A WOMAN,  CAN KILL, DOES KILL, DOES INCAPACITATE.... a woman. 

it's fright or flight for women, women, adrenaline floods and paralysis, in this uneven battle. 

Now get the hell out of my road to Dublin for this march today...
it's just a march, a lot of shouting, chanting,  placards, useless,  maybe. Useless...
But what else is there here between you and the picture of some violated girl with torn vagina, shattered (shat on ) in a cracked mirror held up by Law, the Courts, the country...
....(all the) spit roasting men.






   

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