Archive for December, 2011

Individual Rights for All, but Violent Truth about Maleness

December 24, 2011

The violent truth about the y-chromosome sexual species appears in this cartoon (fair use, non-profit educational purposes, parody, social commentary) from a paper’s op-ed page in a place where I’m spending the ho, ho, not ho holidays: 

 Mr. Fish's Cartoon

 (source  credited as: Cam Cardow, Cagle Cartoons, The Ottawa Citizen.)

Along similar lines, this link states a notable male scientist’s words on the truth of male violence as globally expressed in its present evolution: 

Regarding the genetic modification of the y chromosome (a maleness mutation) as an evolutionary experiment (in that men are basically genetically modified women), Professor and Fellow Bryan Sykes (University of Oxford and Wolfson College), in the link, stated in part: 

“Though it is a weary lament to lay most acts of violence and aggression, from the strictly local to the truly global, squarely at the feet of men, the association is strong, consistent and undeniable. Women very rarely commit violent crimes, become tyrants or start wars.”

Sykes continued (see link) to discuss genetic experimentation and modification (aka eugenics) that might occur to correct for violent maleness and/or point human beings in a different direction for reproduction.  If he were a woman so stating, no doubt charges of gendercide would be levied against him. 

But Sykes, like women decrying global violence by men as a collective sex against women as a collective sex (by the math, by the mounting atrocities over millenia), simply tells the truth about the sexes and violence.  

This truth can be told while still honoring the importance of  individual rights within all species everywhere to be treated without cruelty or physical violence.  This year I’ve stopped eating killed meat, and find patriarchy’s systematic abuse of horses in wars past as heinous as patriarchy’s systematic abuse of women chronically.  However, this holiday season on this planet by indication of the movie multi-plex, the horses and not the women have people’s sympathies. 

 Certainly the hope for a solution to male-led violence  at a global, national, state, county, city and household level does not paint every male as violent or evil.  Some males, like Sykes, have enough integrity to tell  the truth about males as a violent collective social species. 

Individually, as true for most women, I have cordial relationships with males for whom there is reciprocal altruism between us.  Individually, I have experienced the reciprocity of betrayal among women — after millenia  of male-led global occupation we’re not perfect if ever we were.   Sometimes we blog (at least I do) simply as social experiment or to relieve through mere words the pain of living in a world with so much unresolved male violence and threat including nuclear weapons on the ready under global male leadership. 

The truth about the sexes at a collective level, here and now, this Xmas Eve, is that only y-chromosome males fit the roles comedically depicted in newspapers today about a grave horror of nuclear weapons unleashed within the last century by male invention.   

And, ho, ho, no, no, I don’t want to incur the risk of y-chromosome people I don’t know (no matter what kind of surgical drag they’re into for m2f transgender purposes) sharing the women’s bathroom with me  in my xx-chromosome non-violence (which is the norm for the xx-chromosome sexual species, collectively). 

There’s no excuse for what collective maleness has done to us (men and boys included), to the planet, to the unmet hope of peace for the strident night.  Are we really separate species, females and males, who interbreed?  I don’t know.  But just saying it reminds women that we didn’t invent the bomb and never would have done so.  We’re not likely to have invented cutting down trees for  holiday living rooms, either (not that male-controlled history is easy to unravel), so some of us will be glad when the lies of the male-identified holidays are over.


The Pink Sex Lives …

December 11, 2011

Pink Porn, Thy Name Is Subliminal Message

Women-born women, our color is pink.

And the iconic open hand, and five insertable fingers to touch us, is the subliminal message of this massage. (Please see the photo, taken by me 12-11-11, at a CA gas station, and provided here for critique, social commentary and parody.)

If it takes a radical feminist or a dedicated womanist to see the woman-hating power of this imagery in an online internet global porn culture including boatloads of kiddie (mainly girl) pornography, then the rest of blinkered women, girls and female babies are in for escalating trouble from a global society organized by and for men.

And dare I ask why we were surprised by internet news about a seemingly “normal” man who had the hubris to watch girl-child porn on a public-transport airplane recently?

Obviously, FAAB and MAAB (acronyms about — indeed invented only because of — activist transgender male-to-female and female-to-male surgically constructed identities) are political constructs and not the biological and social reality (“nature and nurture” — with usually too little nurturing creative outlet for girls compared to boys)  of being a woman-born woman or not in a global porn culture preying on the sex caste of women-born women who begin in the mass-media mindedness as pink-wearing babies.

Obviously, this “public service” photo in CA, paid for by taxpayer’s dollars, could have featured a baby wearing green, a gender-neutral color in our man-made mass culture.

Obviously, the baby pictured (obviously Asian by her hair, skin and eyes) could have been selected from a demographic group not (sadly) affiliated already in the minds of too many with the mainly female child sex trade in Asian run predominantly by men and token torturer women too damaged, scared or desperate not to capitulate.

Obviously some printed word other than “smoke” could have been placed beneath this pink-is-for-girls baby’s booty in a world where “smokin’ hot” is regularly applied to women globally from Jennifer Anniston to whoever Craig Fergunson is interviewing tonight (female or male, since he tends to give “hooting vulvas” air time along with boners in a “fun feminist” sort of way).

Obviously the Asian baby girl could have been posed by the adults in a natural instead of an artificial way where she’s spread-legged (with the “smoke” designation) down below and ooo-mouthed up above.

Obviously this photo could be placed in spots where sooty grime from vehicles does not make the little girl’s face and body, literally, dirty in a world where churches on the corner consider a book holy that includes an origin story about evil Eve, the dirty girl and downfall of man.

Obviously … we in the United Woman-Hating Porn Nations can pray, chant, drum, sing and connect our way naturally to hopping hope for change. We might joke around for comic relief from time to time, but you will not find me among those who suggest using anything but peaceful methods (even if naturally out-raged!) to end the patriarchy, because I do not believe we could successfully invoke the Blessing for Creative Evolution of Isis, Christ as Sophia (Wisdom), Pele, Ishtar, Shekinah, QuanYin or any of the other Moving Metaphors for Radiant Life in the Cosmos unless we have a higher ethics and compassion than to suggest violence.

But, non-violent though I am, even Jesus reportedly ranted (“woe to”) as a curse against hypocrites and others who oppress good people. It’s in the synoptic gospels ultimately adopted as biblical canon by the patristic politically oppressive leaders of a Christianity Jesus never knew. Thus we can only surmise that the oral tradition about the freedom movement was so strong, the church rulers had to include the curses in their bible to lend credibility to the scriptural disinformation they crafted to usurp women’s spiritual leadership. And, indulge my rant for a moment, the “sound bite” twitter culture perpetuates the patriarchally imbedded mind-bindings of centuries in that one cannot unravel centuries of man-made brainwashing hypocrisy in service to patriarchy without interwoven compound sentences to overcome the “divide and conquer” strategy and reconnect the parts once severed into a natural whole.

Happy, Hopping, Hoping Xmas! Three cheers to all wise women.