I fucking hate The Good Men Project...

...from its creepy anti-porn crusaders, such as Marnia Robinson - who has the temerity to suggest parents put their sons on a masturbation schedule - to their weird founder Tom Matlack, who proudly wears the term mangina as a compliment and writes articles like "Manhood by Cuddle" and "Bawlin'" (which informs the reader that "Real men cry").  I even hate the fact that their masthead is not a hyperlink to their home page. The magazine is so chalk-full of pro-feminist freaks, and the women who cheer them on, that it makes me want to vomit. 

What is the difference between me and the circus of clowns that is the pro-feminist movement? I actually like men.  No, let me take that back. I love men. I like being with them.  I like the way they smell.  I like that they are direct; they are honest; they are brave and self-sacrificing.  I like that men attempt the impossible, and that even in failure, they are glorious.  I like men because they rescue people from burning buildings.  I like men for their bravado and expressions of risk - sometimes with devastating results.  At least they try.  Even in defeat, I am inspired by the attempt.

I am horrified that there has been a decades old movement to denigrate, dismiss, slander, abuse, castigate, accuse, and destroy manhood - White Girl Feminism. I hate that we have allowed the destruction of men to satisfy the self-serving vanity of the white, middle-class, entitled children that have woven themselves so deep in the victim narrative that they are unwilling to acknowledge their own privileged status in the western world.

So, let us critique what it is to be a woman in this society.  Let's look at feminist orthodoxy, advocacy research, political mendacites, and the "pedagogy" (a word I dislike, but is so infused in feminist academia that I thought it appropriate) they use to indoctrinate the most privileged people on the face of the earth, "white girl feminists."

tl;dr:  Anal sex is much less painful if you use a properly viscous, inert lubricant.

And who is this psycho-tranny?  That would be me.  What are my credentials?  Pretty much, none.

I’ve lived much of my life presenting as male. I am well aware of the discrimination of being thought of as the standard human being.  As a person who grew up on the lower economic scale, I am offended by middle-class and upper-middle class white women (whose father’s paid for their college and a trip to Paris) telling me that I was/am their oppressor. I am also offended by the patently mendacious advocacy research and propaganda of a movement that is purportedly about equality.

Facts about me:
1. I am proud to be an atrocious speller.
2. I've published my writing and exhibited my art.
3. I went to Berkeley.
4. I am not a prostitute (anymore).
5. It's really hard to embarrass or intimidate me.