Running Man

For you I believe
Running on a treadmill for your life
For you I believe
You’re the running man
Running as fast as you can
Running man
Running fast with life
Handalin’ the dice
Cursing out the doofus
Militant huroudrous
Your the running man
Running just as fast as you can
Running man
Robb John Robb
Running man
Robb John Robb
Running man
Running fast with life
Handalin’ the dice
Cursing out the doofus
Militant huroudrous
Running just as fast…
As you can

Sensuality and expressiveness

When boys are young they are introduced to sensuality, they are taught to wear satin and silk, soft fabrics and they are encouraged to play with dolls and to explore concepts such as child rearing and looking after the home?

I heard a feminist the other day, she said women still take on most of the “care work”, ie:- she means mums do the housework and look after the kids. (me and her would not greatly see eye to eye on this).

and so we are left with a situation where women are raising children, and by their own admission they are taking on the bulk of that role and then we have boys who grow up with sexist attitudes towards women…? towards women? or towards themselves!!! even worse than that, a general sexist attitude.

So I am saying that women are sexist? :shock:

Well of course they are, just as I am, just as the next person is, we all have a view on gender (could be contentious, some people claim androgony and who am I to argue against that!).

I hear sexist comments from women fairly continuously, “boys are rough”, “boys are boistress”.

I have experienced sexism first hand; “You don’t want to wear that” said my boss as I was browsing through skirts.

I have not noticed women being in any way apologetic for their behaviour.

A man tells a woman she can’t wear trousers, a national outcry.
A woman tells a man he can’t wear a skirt, nobody bats an eyelid.

I am slipping off subject.

As boys grow up, he is locked out of a world of sensuality, of tactile feeling, of experiencing different materials.

This is hugeley important for understanding the male psyche.

As girls grow up they are inundated with sensuality, with tactile feeling, with experiencing different materials.

So girls tend to be very blasse and uncaring/unfeeling about why men have a fascination with lingerie let’s say, they don’t imagine their being any problem, because for them their isn’t (some girls do of course react negatively against being brought up with “girly stereotypes” )

So what of boys? Well, they grow up repressed, they grow up wanting tactile sensation, to feel sensual, but they feel guilty, does that mean they are a girl? does that make them a pervert? maybe they just need to get a girlfriend… and hey, that works because then they can make her wear all the things that they themselves like!!!!!

Absolute fail…

I found this pretty difficult to write, and I don’t know that I have done the subject justice.

Treat me like a human being, then we can begin to talk.

I don’t want to be “Allowed”, to wear “Women’s” clothes.
I don’t want to be told that I like dinosaurs, that I like shooting robots, that I like action man.
I don’t want to exist in a world that worships Rambo, or that stupid character that Bruce Willis plays, McClean is it!?

I want fun and interesting, stylish, cute clothes made to fit my body shape.
I want to be talked to like a person, not told what I do or don’t want.
I want to see characters in film and tv that don’t just reinforce a strange idea of gender normality as just being male=strength, female =Beauty.

I want so much more than you can posiibly give.

Becoming a Woman: Trans Women and Male Violence


I don’t know how much I agree, but at least it’s inteligent talk.

Originally posted on Week Woman:

I don’t really know what it is to become a woman. When I started to become one, in puberty, I was too young to really be able sillhouetteto appraise it. I only know that suddenly I started to be followed, grabbed, treated like my body was public property. I never questioned it. I didn’t know any different.

A couple of days ago, a friend of mine started tweeting from her locked account about her experience of transitioning. “so apparently I’ve reached that stage in trannyism where men’s eyes keep flicking down when they’re talking to me. fucking men”, she wrote. “am actually slightly worried some guy will do that then realise I’m trans and get violent […] since most straight men seen pretty insecure in their sexuality”. She then reflected that she would probably get used to it, “like I got used to being called “sweetheart” and constantly talked over, I guess. :-/”…

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Sail your boat
& carry my heart
The see is stormy
I’ll be the lighthouse for you

Glide me serenely through calm quite seas
Carry me steadily and stealthy, through storms don’t let our ship break apart
I’m your silken haired mermaid
Your my king Neptune,
You dream you capture my heart

Sunken treasure all our riches, and jewels
Prettiest colours,
I’m gasping air for your dreams come true
Reach out, feel my heart
Hear it thumping, loud, in the dark

Frankenstein changed my mind

Frankenstein changed my mind

I fell, hook line and sinker,
The propaganda
Being, gay, somehow a stigma
We’d rather normalise,  tame de riguer,
instead of seeing, gender as something bigger

Growing up, bitchy comedy showed me “the”way
But after short while I disconnected
Frankenstein changed my mind
and your Britain was just a place for monsters of a different kind