To become a mean bitch means one is saying what one thinks, not liking what one is getting, not liking what one sees and hears. I am stating it is sickening to look at you, what you do and choose not to do.

There are things I like but this is not it. What is it that women are given? Women should be grateful for everything is the default. To be grateful is something else. Yes one can be grateful but content for what one is given, to settle to this oppression, sexism, sadism, torture you offer I never will and truly hope no one else will either. Situation is not changing for any better, you are stupider than I ever thought was possible, abyss of stupidity swallows all. Oh well I haven’t appreciated intellect of humans enough and I still probably don’t. The same is the situation in general. Intellectuals are those who speak up and against, they act when they see injustice. That is the number one characteristic of an intellectual.
Thank you for the praises for the looks, for the clothes, for the ass, for looking so youthful, for being so nice and smiling like I really meant it all the time. It means that I am very happy and content all the time and because I like you guys just because I like guys :). Yes I suck your dick gladly. It is my duty and delight, how delicious. How fucking dare you. Most men and women are immature jackasses who think they are centers of the universe. I should like you? Why the fuck should I. I don’t have such manners and sleaziness in me to like people who do not have backbone. No reason. There is no liking. Liking is mere air, push of a button, virtual reality but what does it resonate is nothingness. There is contempt, hatred, foulness, bitterness, backstabbing, world led by indifferent asslickers who don’t wish to make a difference because they are scared. People are scared little fuckers, scared to stick ones’ necks out for a cause, for someone else. World is ruled by self-interest purely to destruction.

Penalty of forever you will be branded.

Woman sexually is a target. She is a target as a mind and size of small that must be taught into fitting ideological mold, bound and told what to do. Bad women do not do what they are told to do, which also becomes a silent mode of knowing what is expected of you, so to do what is unexpected is always a victory. When woman is sexually active and shows this in public she is a beast, a whore, stupid enough to do otherwise than what is expected of her and an out of control freak mostly who is seen in negative light and must be punished. Penalty is shame and leaving outside the group of those who keep themselves within comprehensive and civil boundaries which are set to females. It is no wonder outspoken and loud woman is seen arrogant and rude. Dressing provocatively is always a sign of certain kind of looseness, bad taste and wildness that is not permitted behavior for proper women who obey rules. Those rules which are for women are to maintain order and follow religious mentalities, know religious penalties, divisions and fears. What happens to a woman who is disobedient, goes where she should not and does what she pleases following rules of her own mind disrespecting traditional place of woman, normative behavioral rules and regulations of what is good to do and what is not. Good is keeping the society unchanged.

Man is manly when he fucks around, woman is doomed. Man is doing his manly fun, woman is doing out of stupidity and irrationality, out of sheer irresponsibility and ignorance, coldness and because women are not to be trusted. And because she is diminished into carer of man understanding his flimsy ways, still he is not weak, she is. He has got back up which is the whole of manhood and men who do what they urge to do and are allowed. It is no wonder women are weaker in this context of violence and minimizing. They have a heavy burden to carry and wall of prohibitions in front. They are not to lift heavy weights but they do so without anyone noticing the burden lifted weighs a ton or two. One burden is a burden of history and tradition which loads have not moved that much even though we like to think we have made progress. It is difficult for many to look at their genitals or say their correct names out loud. When asked whether women can say vagina and think it is perfectly normal without shame result is many find it awkward. Yes why on earth say vagina aloud in this overly sexualized world. We don’t say it we go around it. Still sex is the most talked about topic, topic that raises scandals, emotions, storms because of daring to address the issue or doing something that breaks the rules of obedient society where nothing much changes other than the gadgets.

To hear puzzling comment how can someone do art about menstruation and hang the picture on her living room wall is still a comment of this day. We think this issue is somehow settled, women bleed and it is normal part of their physiological and anatomical activity. Women and girls do menstruate monthly and in many countries it is a shameful dirty happening not beautiful or normally acceptable. I was ashamed of menstruating when I was in my teens. It was intolerable and difficult to understand why my body without my consent wanted to do voluntary bleeding from my vagina and that place felt dirty, unspeakable, it hurt like hell for couple of days and my whole body felt achy for nothing. It was like my body bullied me into being something else than what I was used to and comfortable being, boyish. The transformation into woman was something I found difficult to accept because the whole process was agony, scary, out of control and I didn’t see any point of it happening. It happened without my permission showing my insides as I felt turning inside out. To choose to be of one gender and sex would have been an ideal, I thought, because being a woman seemed an endless list of sexualized patterns, rules and ways I didn’t want any part of. To be a woman was to be under authority and rule which seemed and still is tyranny.

To do what is expected of me has shown to be impossible. Expectations are minimizing and denying and prohibiting me to find out what I can do and be. This is not anybody else’s decision but mine. I do what I find satisfying and my goals are set by me.