New Artwork (NSFW)

This is proving to be an interesting, and somewhat difficult, Summer for me. I somehow managed to pass the most difficult algebra course I've ever taken (and, hopefully, the LAST ONE I'll ever have to take) in my entire life... with a B. Don't mistake my amazement for ingratitude, because I'm glad I passed the course & met the University curriculum requirement, but holy shit I suck at math so I'm honestly wondering how the fuck that happened. 

But in non-academia related news, I'm having minor surgery at the end of this month: I'm finally getting my tubes tied, and since I'm getting it done through the V.A Hospital, I shouldn't have to pay a dime for it. They say it's a 15 minute out-patient procedure & that I'll be back on my feet within a matter of days. The only downside is that earlier in the month they had to remove my I.U.D, which was followed by a regiment of heavy antibiotics that seemed to do little more than make me sick and fuck me up. I'm fine now, but the odds are good they're going to put me back on them not long after the procedure.

But enough about my lady-bits, I wanted to take some time to show you fine people a bit of what I've been up to in what little free time I've had. Last year, I started work on a series of paintings using donated & discarded military uniforms. Mostly due to school, I've had to put off working on the project until a later date. I'm nowhere near done with this project, but lately I think I've made some pretty significant progress: And today, I'd like to share what I've made with the good people of the Internet.

Keep in mind, this series was made with an underlying theme of sexism, misogyny, and religious fundamentalism that I've experienced in the American military. 

Also, at present, none of these have been framed and they are not up for sale (yet.) I want to make enough that I can display them in a gallery setting before I decide how much I want to charge for them. I'm running out of some crucial supplies faster than the idea-machine that is my mind can keep up with, so if you happen to know where I can get more intact ACUs for cheap, please do let me know. More photos of my work can be seen on my Instagram. 

I haven't quite decided yet what title I want to give this one, but the message should be clear: They show you EXACTLY what they want you to see while trying to hide the things they DON'T.

What we see here are three figures: Two dead women, one of whom is being "displayed" in from of an old television set by a male wearing the uniform, who is trying to hide the body of the other woman from view of the audience (the TV.) During my time in the military, especially while deployed, I heard no end of condemnation of Iraqis treating their own women like shit, even stoning them to death for having beed raped. All the while barely acknowledging the creeping plague of violence and discrimination against women wearing our own uniform, ESPECIALLY rape. 

The male figure is pointing out the "tragedy" that is the dead woman in the niqab for all the public to see, while deliberately hiding both the dead female soldier (the nude figure in the Belleville boots & pro-mask, this will be a recurring theme in this series) AND the bloody knife behind his own back. It's the worst kind of bold-faced hypocrisy that I can think of: Condemning an entire group of people for comitting the exact same kind of violence and discrimination that you are, the only substantial difference is the clothing. 

Moving on...

I'm thinking of calling this one "S.H.A.R.P Training." I realize there's a bit of a shine coming from the right-hand side of the image, that was unavoidable.

S.H.A.R.P is an acronym for Sexual Harassment and Assault Reporting and Prevention: Indeed, the American military loves it's acronyms, they make what should be crucually important ideas and turn them into easily digestible little chunks to be processed quickly & efficiently. In my experience, though, the Army treats S.H.A.R.P training like a "politically correct" inconvenience. Many of my squamates, from my previous unit as well as others, report a similar reaction to the training overall; it's a fucking joke to these people.

Of the several figures in this painting, we see a male N.C.O (Non-Comissioned Officer, any enlisted soldier with a rank of Sergeant or higher) taking the dominant position in our feild of view, he's holding two female figures forcibly by their hair in front of a group of other soldiers. S.H.A.R.P training is typically the responsibility of an N.C.O, though in my experience I've seen lower-level comissioned officers administer it as well, and it's supposed to be conducted either on some sort of regular rotation OR after an incident is reported. 

In my experience and observation, as well as those of my squadmates, the general idea is your typical "No means no, Restricted vs Unrestricted Reports, 'Don't be THAT guy' blah blah blah" kind of speeches, sometimes accompanied by a Power-Point slideshow & sign-in roster. Only what will also happen, rather often actually, is a follow up with "Don't be that GIRL" tropes, full of nods at 'her reputation,'  'what you were wearing,' or 'drawing attention to yourself' etc... otherwise known as victim-blaming or slut-shaming: People think they're being fair, but this ACTUALLY creates an impression that if something DOES happen to someone, that the recipient is somehow to blame for their attackers' actions. In the context of assault & harassment in the military, I've always found the "what were you wearing" question especially ridiculous. I was assaulted & harassed by a male squadmate when I was depolyed to Iraq in 2011, I was wearing the uniform I was fucking issued when he forced his way into my room! 

Next piece...

I don't know what to call this one yet, either. The painting itself isn't very large, either: It's actual dimensions are 8 by 10 inches.

I wish I were joking or exaggerating about this, but ever since Basic Training in 2009 up until my last days in the Army (and occasionally, I still get this drivel forwarded to me via Facebook) I must have heard every single imaginable half-baked 'argument' about why people think women shouldn't be in the military, and I've repeatedly refuted EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. I get it, you don't want me here: Well I'm already here so either find a way to deal with it or kindly fuck right off.

The Army knows they need us, even if they don't actually WANT us. Type the term "Army FET Team" into Google and see for yourself where we are headed. Wether or not you like the idea, you CHOSE to join the military and the institution permits you to stay as long as you abide certain rules & standards. The military did not "choose" YOU, never forget that.

Moving on (and this next one's going to be a bit, how shall I put this... Georgia O'Keeffe)

Yes, that is EXACTLY what it looks like: A bold & brazen digi-cammo vulva, and I'm thinking of calling this one "Hooah" ;-)

Hey, you saw the Not Safe For Work tag in the title, otherwise you wouldn't have opened the link! We're all adults here, we should be able to discuss things like vagina paintings calmly and rationally, right? It would seem as if other 'grown adults' within the military don't seem to think so, for some strange reason. I promise you that I didn't paint this image for pure shock value, I have a reason (and a story) behind this. 

Of the many subjects we occasionally have to sit through briefings about, there are officially sanctioned health & safety presentations regarding sexually transmitted diseases: The Army has to do this because of parents who refuse to do their damn jobs and educate their own kids properly on the subject, then when they reach enlistment age they often catch S.T.D's like they were goddamn Pokemon. I'll never forget the very LAST briefing about sex & diseases that I ever had to sit through, it actually made me incredibly angry...

The woman they tasked to give this particular briefing couldn't have been that much older than ME, and I was 32 at the time: Supposedly, she worked with the Raymond W Bliss Hospital on post (Fort Huachuca, Arizona) but I must have been there thousands of times & I'd never seen her before. She has poofy house-wifey hair, a mauve sweater and wore "mom-jeans" that looked way too starched. She seemed relatively polite and sincere, especially when considering having to stand in a room full of strangers talking about infected genitalia, but she had this incredibly aggrivating habit that made me want to slap the shit out of her: She could name every single individual piece of MALE anatomy by their proper medical terms, but whenever she was presented with anything involving FEMALE anatomy, she'd give this stupid little shrug-and-giggle and only call it "Hoo-haa."

Both sets of Labia were the "Hoo-haa"

The clitoris was also a "Hoo-haa"

Pubis mons, vulva, urethra, etc = "Hoo-haa"

EVERYTHING biologically female (regarding this particular presentation, as the military STILL won't allow transgender soldiers regardless of wether or not they transition) was reduced to the level of jr high school snickering followed by the obligatory "Hoo-haa" as if this bitch wasn't grown enough to know what her own organs are, as if she was ashamed of being a fucking woman and had to let everyone else know it, too! And the REALLY irritating part of this, is that every time she did it, others in the audience would laugh. 

Seriously, bitch? What are you, goddamn 9 years old!? Did you only just recently pick up a copy of Grey's Anatomy and skim through it while glancing over your shoulder like a fucking CHILD?!?!?! Fuck you, you willfully ignorant Stepford escapee!

...

*deep breath, bong rip*

Yep, apparently not only is being a woman something to be embarassed about overall, but in the Army it is something to avoid openly asserting at any cost. Lest one becomes reduced to the subject of juvenile sneers or giggles it would behoove you to completely forget who you are.

And lastly, I'd like to bring you back to the beginning of this series...

THIS painting is actually twice as tall as it is wide, part of the reason why it didn't photograph terribly well. It's about a year old and I STILL have no idea what to title it.

What you (unfortunately) can't see in this photograph is her stepping nervously in poorly fitted Belleville boots, the idea was to create a feeling of fear and nervousness like she's being unwittingly exposed to a situation she might not have any control over. As I said earlier, there's a recurring theme of female figures in Bellevilles & pro-masks to signify that this figure is supposed to be a soldier, but not quite. I did this on purpose, here's why: In order for a figure to have an identity, they need to have a face. Having a face shows that you are a person, and a person has feelings and rights. Have you ever worn a pro-mask? It's awful, they smell weird and aren't easy to breathe through; I chose the pro-mask on these figures to demonstrate the "dehumanizing" element of sexism, especially sexual violence, against women in the military.

Once you step forward and make a report, or someone so much as notices you in the wrong context, the ensuing harassment and retaliation serves to strip you of your status as a human being and turn you into a 'thing' to be acted upon. You become an inconvenience, a walking meat-sack occupying otherwise an otherwise useful uniform. You identity ceases to be YOU and becomes what is dictated TO YOU or even UPON YOU, at least as far as THEY are concerned.

I hope you've enjoyed what I've shown you so far, there will be more work to come in the future.

Child-Free 101

A few of my closest friends have accused me of being "hostile against parenthood" or that I must "hate children" because of my previous statements about choosing NOT to have kids. That's not the least bit true, actually: I like kids plenty, I have neices & nephews that I love to bits. But don't mistake me openly expressing my personal sentiments on parenthood itself for being the same thing as saying all parents are just mindless breeders who will never know the taste of a truly free life. I don't want to have kids, I realized a long time a go that I am just NOT "Mommy-Material" and this doesn't upset me one bit. I have taken medical precautions to ensure this for myself and I have no regrets about it AT ALL, and I never believed in that "Biological Clock" bullshit, either. 

Your Grandmother very likely made up the "Biological Clock" myth to guilt your Mother into having YOU, probably for no other reason than that's what was expected of her.

And PLEASE don't think that I'm trying to be a complete asshole here, as I have friends & relatives who very recently had their frist kids becuase it's something that they really honestly wanted more than anything else in the world: They are intelligent, kind-hearted people and they'll be awesome parents because of it. I wish MORE people that had kids were like that, but I know that at least half of them could give a shit. I also wish that more people were brave enough to really think about certain social & cultural norms and honestly say NO if they find something undesirable being pressured upon them: No one in the United States ABSOLUTELY HAS TO get married, there's no law that required anyone to marry if they don't honestly want to, but I still support the rights of any consenting adult couple (or even a group of consenting adults, for all I give a shit) to marry if that's what they really want.

If anything, I think that people who engage in certain activities & institutions (marriage, parenthood, enlistment, celibacy, etc...) because on some level they feel like they HAVE TO and not because they really WANT TO, those people sap more meaning and fulfillment out of it than anything else. I'm far more offended by women who relegate themselves to the life of the eternal haus-frau and become 100% reliant on their husbands because "well what else am I supposed to do?" than I'll ever be of two grown men that love each other and want to publicly express their love and comittment in the face of that last-bastion of shitty argmunets that most people call "tradition." When I was begining my military career, I met A LOT of young Soldiers that really honestly DID NOT WANT to join the Army, but did so because family and friends pressured them into it: Many of these young men and women came from military families themselves, so they basically relegated themselves to upholding a family legacy in a day/age/society/country where for the most part, no sane human being would sign away their entire young lives during a time of war for that reason alone. Many of this misguided young'uns didn't make it through Basic Training, the rest were drummed out during A.I.T.

"Tradition" is the fall-back of those who have NOTHING LEFT of real value or substance to contribute to the conversation. And just like religious and military contexts, this is especially true in a familial one.

"Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, hey Mom, Mom, Mom, Mommy, hey Mommy, Mommy..."

There's no shortage of "lists" on the Internet, these days EVERYBODY has something they'd like the public to know about and the cybersphere often seems like the perfect place to brain-dump: I've done this myself many times, usually by way of this very blog that YOU, good reader, have managed to find and continue reading (and for that, you have my sincere thanks.) So I'm going to be a total cliche of myself and make another goddamn list of things often uttered by the unknowing or willfully ignorant about choosing not to have kids. 

• "You don't have kids?" Is there ever any logical reason why, in our developed society amass with internet connectivity and large scale communication enterprises, this should ever surprise ANYONE?
• "Why not?" Because I don't fucking want to, what's it to you if I don't? Furthermore, would you be asking me this asinine question if I were a man?
• "It's your duty to continue your genetic line." I'm still waiting for someone to say this to a chick with Down's Syndrome, THAT ALONE should say something about how shallow and ignorant this "argument" really is.
• "Oh, but babies are so cute..." Google image search Harlequin Ichthyosis with the safe-search feature turned OFF. Go ahead, do it. I triple-dog-fucking DARE YOU, I hope you haven't eaten anything within the last half-hour or so. Even IF you can stomach the horrifying posibility of pushing such a monstrosity out of your own vagina, consider the possibility that even relatively normal "cute" babies don't stay cute forever. At right about 2 or 3 years, they tend to hit that phase of their young lives commonly known as "The Noisy Fucking Bastard That Never Stops POOPING" years.
• "You'll change your mind someday..." People have been telling me this since I was 16, I would usually hear this from my elder relatives. I'm 33 now, I STILL don't have any kids, I STILL don't want any, and I STILL get this same tired-ass line from time to time: Some people never learn, especially if they're lapsed-Catholic alcoholics (you know who you are)
• "You're gonna die old and alone!" Have you ever been to a nursing home? Go ask some of the residents and staff there how often their kids or grand-kids visit them. Maybe a few of them might get sporadic visits from family members from time to time, but if EVERY old-person's family ACTUALLY took care of them in their old age, I can't help but wonder if nursing homes would even exist at all. People live, they get old, then they die: I think the best thing that anyone can do is be smart about their finances & start saving for their retirement A.S.A.P. As soon as you first ask yourself "should I start saving for retirement?" START SAVING FOR RETIREMENT!
• "You'll need someone to carry on your legacy." And what is that legacy, exactly? I'm not the C.E.O of a company or an award winning scientist, I'm just ME. I'm weird, rebellious, promiscuous, creatively disturbed, socially awkward, quick to anger, slightly paranoid and stubborn as fuck: If I spawned a smaller, louder, hormone-driven version of MYSELF, I'm pretty sure one of us would kill the other in a Dragonball-Z style show-down.
• "Be fruitful and multiply" Riiiiight, because that's working out SO WELL in the Third World...
• "You're just afraid!" You're right, I'm mind-numbingly terrified of permanently disfiguring my lady-bits to the point that I'll run the risk of never being able to enjoy using them quite the same way ever again, not to mention the possibility of internal bleeding or someday dying from something called a Fistula (Yep, time for another Google image search! And don't you dare put that safe-search back on, ya pussy...) OR, more likely, the person that actually said this to me was just dying for me to knock his fucking teeth out from his ignorant, ugly fucking head.
• "Why do you hate children?" Why don't you ask the nieces & nephews that I hand-knit presents for last Christmas? I guarantee they'll just stare at you like the presumptious, jelly-headed moron that you probably are. Accusing me of "hating children" because I don't want to be a parent is like accusing me of "hating horses" because I don't own property large enough to have one: Between a kid and a horse, I'd rather have a horse. Horses are awesome.
• "But... you're a woman." Very astute observation, dipshit.
• "You'll change your mind when you hold one in your arms..." Someone at a family function (but not someone I'm actually related to) actually tried to hand me their baby once, they actually told me that BECAUSE I'm a woman I'll supposedly "figure it out very quickly." AW HELL NAW! I physically stepped back, tucked my hands into my back-pockets and proceeded to give this ignorant bitch the ass-chewing of her life in full view of EVERYONE IN THE FUCKING BUILDING. How I managed to survive a term in the United States military, at times, astounds me, because I don't handle people trying to force things on me very well. At all. I actually react VERY BADLY TO THIS, and though it wasn't my honest intent to make this woman feel bad for it's own sake, I wasn't exactly going to passively accept her sexist bullshit, either. My relatives were horrified, I was fucking infuriated, I never saw this woman again. I was later told that I scared her so badly she promptly pissed herself after leaving the room, the baby started crying, too: I feel bad for the baby, it didn't know any better. That, and the poor little fuck has an absolute moron for a Mom... The moral of the story: NO means NO, and if I have to repeat myself, you're going to regret it (and probably deserve it.)
• "Parenting can be very rewarding." So can playing the lottery, they're about on the same level in terms of input-to-result ratio in a lot of ways: I don't play lottery tickets, either.
• "You're missing out!" If I honestly WANT to treat myself to the experience of not sleeping for several consecutive days and having to constnatly keep an eye on someone who can't even take care of themselves or even speak a coherent sentence half the time..., I'll dig out my last good set of ACUs, steal the TARDIS, go to a place in Iraq called F.O.B. Warhorse in the year 2010 and basically step-by-step re-live the first half of my deployment there. Seriously, I would rather go back to war than be a parent: I REALLY don't want to go back to war, either.
• "But it's only natural..." It's only natural for some species to occasionally eat their own young, do you really want to have THAT conversation?
• "Well I LOVE MY CHILDREN!" So did John Wayne Gacy, NEXT...
• "Your life must be so empty..." Of course, I'm getting straight-A's in college and loving the ever-living piss out of my totally amazing husband for no good reason at all, really. I guess I've just been spending all of my time and effort getting the biggest academic bang from those G.I. Bill tax-payer-funded bucks, working very hard on sustaining a far-from-perfect but completely awesome marriage, volunteering my time and effort in publicly combatting the seemingly neverending plague of sexual assault/harassment and rape culture, recycling, NOT voting Republican, and finally just doing my damnedest to be a decent human being... for no reason at all -_-

I wanted to save the best/worst one for last, are you ready for this one? 

I once heard someone say that becoming a Mom was her life defining experience and that she deserved praise for not only procreating, but for coming to that realization. Look, as I've already said, I know people who ARE parents who are awesome folks and have awesome kids, and I'm happy for them all. I would never want to diminish their happiness or invalidate their experience, but nobody gets a fucking cookie because their uterus happens to work a few times. 7 billion "miracles" later, this should be obvious! If you're happy with yourself about being a Mom, then that's all well and good in it's own right, but it doesn't make you BETTER THAN a woman who ISN'T. Because what if she WANTS TO but CAN'T? What if she HAD ONE and her kid DIED? What if her kid grew up to be a peice of shit, despite her best efforts to set her/him straight? Are you somehow better than her because you have a self-defecating humunculus permanently latched onto your tit? Are you somehow morally superior to ME because I have a different set of goals in life than you did? 

If procreating is your greatest achievement in life, then your standards must be pretty fucking low.

But hey, if it's praise you want for fulfilling an every-day occurrence of biology... 

... Enjoy your "legacy", but I think I'll pass.

RANT: The Deception of "Men's Rights" Groups

If you think I'm going to go off on some tangent about feminism and ball-bashing, you're wrong. Instead, I'm going to talk about what seems to be a massive failure of basic human decency. The ideals of what feminism started as, what they've transformed into over the decades, and what many people perceive them to currently be are miles apart from each other. On the whole, I think this is a good thing because any "ism" that can't stand up to scrutiny & adapt to an ever-changing world doesn't deserve the allegiances of otherwise intelligent people.

I just wrapped up my first ever Gender Studies course in college, this is a big deal for me: If you're not familiar with my story or my previous writings, you're probably thinking that I might be some blissfully ignorant college freshman or sophomore figuring things out for the first time in her life. If so, take a moment to scroll up to the top of this page, read my blog-banner (especially the bit about me being an Operation Iraqi Freedom Veteran) and then come right back to this paragraph... yeah, I'm also 33 years old. 

 

I'm actually amazed at myself for having taken this fucking long to get a basic understanding of what the word "feminism" actually means.

 

On that note, I want to talk about people like Elliot Rodger and the air of sexism choking up the internet lately. I'm not just talking about more mass-shooting hysteria, I have addressed gun violence in previous posts (and I might consider making another one soon, depending...) I'm talking about this wave of so called "Men's Rights Activists" or M.R.As all over Tumblr and YouTube. These are nothing new, backlash from people in positions of entitlement and privilege (in this particular case, mostly white heterosexual males) who don't seem to have a solid grasp on what the word "privilege" but know just enough that it's a threat to their world-view and way of life. I've watched many of my fellow atheists, mostly women, get bombarded with brazenly misogynistic and hateful tweets, messages and manifesto-style videos in which they are called derogatory names and sometimes threatened with "revenge porn" or even physical violence. 

 

One well known atheist blogger has been under fire recently with her alleged PTSD "diagnosis" from the wave of vile tweets and comments from M.R.As: While I have no reason to doubt the disturbing element of the backlash she received for voicing criticism, I should point out that I am only skeptical of the diagnosis because while PTSD has been known to come about by a variety of situations (rape survivors, combat veterans or even being bitten by an angry dog, etc...) this is the first time in my entire life I've ever heard of this particular type of manifestation of the disorder. The jaded Iraq Veteran in me wants to rip this diagnosis to shreds, but I also realize that I am not in this woman's shoes and I know almost nothing about her life or how this affects her. So while I'm in no position to be judgmental, I CAN and WILL maintain my skepticism until I see satisfactory evidence one way or the other.

 

I have the same beef with M.R.As that I do with groups like PeTA or FEMEN: When will it sink into your dense fucking heads that it does your cause NO FAVORS WHATSOEVER to resort to harassing and threatening, or even actually assaulting, people who disagree with you?

 

I'm a vegan and I don't care if my date wants to eat a burger when we're having dinner: she/he is an adult, they can decide for themselves and I have no right to impede.  As long and no one is trying to hold that bacon-triple-cheeseburger up to my mouth against my will, I'm not going to oblige in kind with a block of raw tofu. I think the same concept applies in other aspects of human existence, feminism and "mens' rights" included. Elliot Rodger had no right to force his will upon others, by way of violence or otherwise, and he just couldn't grasp the concept that other people are self-aware and autonomous beings that didn't have to oblige or even acknowledge his desires at all if they didn't fucking want to.

 

I can desire sex from someone all I want, until I'm blue in the face: They still have every right to turn me down, if they so choose. And I have been, I've been full out shot down out of the sky, from men and women BOTH. It's humiliating and uncomfortable, but it's life. The best you can hope for is that the person says "yes" after having ONLY BEEN ASKED ONE TIME AND ONE TIME ONLY (if you have to ask more than once, you already have your answer. Take that and walk away, that shit will not fly with ME) and regardless of how politely or not they say "no" they still said NO. You know what? Okay, walk away and move on to someone else. 

 

Nobody OWES you a goddamn thing just for existing, you are not a "nice guy" if you feel like you have to harass, coerce or threaten people into giving you what you want; at that point, you're just pathetic. Consider this possibility, if you don't believe me: You're trying to convince someone to buy your car for a particular price, they resist. If your first thought is "Why don't you want my car? It's a great car, I worked very hard on keeping it up properly and making it look nice so that someone would buy it. This is a great car at a reasonable price, what the fuck is your problem?" Then YOU ARE the problem. You've just scared off a prospective buyer with your own poor behavior, regardless of the actual quality of the vehicle because you're a terrible salesman.

 

If you want to break it down at it's most basic level, making a pass at someone hoping they'll hook up with you is kinda like a sales' pitch: Even if your "product" is awesome, no one likes a pushy salesman or telemarketer. Refine your pitch, respect your "customers" or go home & stay there. 

 

This is especially true in the cyber-sphere, where people who voice concerns about how they see women being treated in this way are often lambasted by semi-adolescent males who think their "rights" are being infringed upon because someone had the audacity to tell them NO. Too fucking bad, because plenty of people have told me NO when I've made advances, and while it was often uncomfortable for me, I still moved on with my life and found other things to do. The measure of your "manhood" is not your ability to put your cock in something, and if THAT'S your only qualification then you must have some pretty shitty standards for yourself and for life in general. Is harassing and threatening people who've spurned you, or even resorting to violence because of your own hurt feelings, an image of "manhood" that any sane and decent human being honestly wants to emulate?

Since when is NOT being a jerk to people a sign of weakness? Who actually thinks that respecting the wishes of your fellow human beings, male or female, is equivocal in any way to being oppressed or emotionally castrated? So what if you've been "friend-zoned" by some girl you wanted to fuck, OBVIOUSLY she didn't want to fuck YOU and told you in no uncertain terms. Maybe if you'd start acting like a grown-up and voicing your feelings and desires as such in a clear and concise manner, instead of holding them back and expecting others'  to pretty much read your fucking mind, you might find a willing fuck-buddy at the absolute least. Absolute worst case scenario, you don't get to put your dick in something for another day. I promise you, it won't fall off or disintegrate because someone else doesn't want it inside them: They don't HAVE TO.

 

To the best of my knowledge, even the character of James Bond knows what the word "NO" means. James Bond doesn't NEED to threaten or coerce women who turn him down or disagree with him, he's the very embodiment of the phrase "Don't raise your voice, improve your argument."

And even James Bond has his problems, smooth mother-fucker that he may be, he has serious issues: The very government he devoted himself to betrayed him on numerous occasions, he's watched a great many of his friends and fellow agents die in horrible ways, on any given day he could wake up not knowing what part of the planet he's in and usually winds up being forced to kill every last mother-fucker in the building wether he actually wants to or not, because it's what his mission dictates. But do you know what James Bond ISN'T? A rapist. 

 

And for the sake of this argument, I'm referencing every James Bond film, comic and book that I personally have ever seen and read. If other official Ian Fleming materials exist stating something on the contrary, at present I am unaware of it.

"Blue-Balls" is not the worst possible thing that can possibly happen to a person, rape and murder are pretty much a well-even tie for THAT slot. Life is too short to burn up so much energy on not getting things your way, there are far more important things to concern one's self with than being "friend-zoned" or turned down for whatever reason. If your only reason for acknowledging a fellow human being with a certain measure of interest is what desires or demands they can satisfy for you, as a prospective date or even subordinate employee, then I have every right to question and call out your abhorrent behavior in a public setting. At that point, you're not advocating for "men's rights," you're just being an arrogant shit.

Go ahead, call me names and threaten me: All you're doing is proving me right.

 

I DO prosecute threats, slander and libel. 

I've done it before.

 

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Want to "Thank" Me For My Service?

I hope you're all safely enjoying Memorial Day Weekend, but before you eat another burger, buy another Louis Vuitton purse on sale, or drink another beer on the beach today... I have something I need of you. If you want to REALLY thank me for my military service, you can share this little "art project" with your Battle-Buddies and get them to talk about it with their Chain of Command. E-mail it to the Army Times, even though I know they don't give a fuck about this subject and are probably sick of hearing from me about it.

Please enjoy responsibly.

UPDATE 27-MAY-2014:
Um... so it seems this post is in the process of going viral, because it got about a thousand hits in 24 hours. That's more hits in one day than ANY PREVIOUS POST I've made so far, even the ones that I've deliberately plastered on every Facebook page & trending hashtag on Twitter in the past. Wow, thanks for getting this out there, folks! PLEASE keep it up, every person that sees this is another person who might actually decide to write to their Congressman/woman or Senator, which is EXACTLY what survivors need. Remind our elected officials & military "leaders" who it is they actually work for!

BUT, I also needed a moment to address something else that came up yesterday as an immediate result of this post's sudden "popularity" because it's actually quite relevant to the timing of this whole project. There's a deliberate reason why I chose a national holiday to do this...