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Friday, April 6, 2018

A WRITER'S NOTEBOOK - "ARE YOU AFRAID OF WOMEN?


"No...As long as I'M not thrashed 'til I bleed and no body

 parts are removed, I'm not afraid."

 

 

(Q) ARE YOU AFRAID OF WOMEN ?

(A) Not usually, but there have been times...

 

As I've been at the university of HARD KNOCKS,

I find my writing gets more coarse--- to state the obvious. The rougher things get, the more I turn to comedy

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  As I see society changing

not so slowly into a matriarchy... in which women will

PASS THE LAWS, BE THE EXECUTIVE, AND CHOOSE THE NO-FLY LIST.... ie: Who Must STAY RIGHT HERE!

And who can put on on their big boy pants and are allowed to travel,those who have permission to go to the bathroom without asking.

 


        To a certain point - every time I feel arousal, I feel like I'm going to be punished... This  arousal/punishment complex is quite common, as I've discovered through my (quite extensive)

research.

        If one is associated with the other: punishment brings arousal - arousal brings punishment... We know where this can lead...

Into full-fledged S&M.

This  doesn't bother me so long as no one is thrashed until he bleeds and no body parts are  removed in the room next to me.


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Psychological oddities about  A BASIC TERROR I ONCE FELT   (still feel?) I dreamed of a black limo pursuing me.
The limo knew exactly where I was at all times.
It/she/he was the omniscient observer.
..............Genuine terror involved ---dreams of panther woman/ computer woman - ("paranoid
microchip" is the poem I wrote)
                   GUILT was part of the scenario...very much so ---guilt at arousal and
something in the black limo was going to punish.
                   TERROR - could terror begin with a baby in a bassinet and a burnt erection?


"Are you afraid of women?" SHE asked me.



YOU'RE AFRAID OF WOMEN  

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              Let's see - when I was one, barely conscious, my grandmother or the Victorian maid. I like to think it was

the Swedish maid that did it... that

burned the tip of my dick with something

hot, whenever I got an erection in the bassinet. Which was 

often.


          My mother ran hot and cold. She was either

warm and cuddly, or she was the hateful ice queen from the 

void of space.So that was sorta scary at times.

 

      There was a sister of mine who used to get loaded  and call the cops on me.When I hadn't even seen her that day, I'd get a message on my machine with her voice saying:


"THEY'RE COMING FOR YOU! YOU'D BETTER BELIEVE IT, THEY'RE COMING FOR YOU NOW!"

Now this caused a little consternation in my psyche regarding the intentions and general sanity of women --- at least the women I knew

 had me jailed on several different occasions.  I was drinking too much in those days and I was an easy target. The psycho bitch!

Locked up for sixty days to ninety days each time.... Once I was jailed for four months

in the summertime.

                 So I get a little resentful... and there's also a terror from beyond the stars that hits me every time I have intense sexual thoughts...

Here comes the hot poker again, I dream in my sleep. And this time I'm going to get it right between the balls before I'm awake... a burning coal right in the nuts... a real early morning surprise... Makes a fella nervous. Hell of a way to wake up.

Yeah, I'm afraid of women sometimes and  I'd be insane 

not to be. The horrible experiences I've survived (not so long ago),  the uncertainty of just when the attack will take place...

the uncertainties the mad mood swings and shifts of the female mind. It's hard to relax when  a naked woman is in the room - especially if she's armed.


Here's a little ditty that might help explain my

sometimes psychotic fear of the "weaker sex".


FOR EXAMPLE:

 

MY FIRST WIFE

My first wife  used a club on me,
My second wife she tried a dagger;
My third wife is working with attrition:
I think I'd better bag her;

I'll keep her in the basement,
Make her work real hard,
I'll let her see the sunlight,
When she's done her chores.
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        GRAIL ON HIGH HEELS

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On the curb, he considers his options,
Which way to go into the day?
Following the courses of the city tides,
It is almost evening.

Neon lights are the moon
Of these streets,knowing no season,
The city will not  change its face;
It will continue in its grind and pace,
Consuming us.

He admits it.
He follows Lady through the trafficways:

“If not for her many faces I would
be wise to her.But she loses me always
I see her disappearing in her yellow dress
At Bay and Dundas. She smiles and waves at me.
She is the Goddess from eternal seas;

In the hips of every lady of the street,
I see Her breathe.  I need
Her pulse and breath. I need her ,
Though she gives so little to me;
I pursue her like's she's the holy

grail on high heels.


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Note: All joking aside, men and women, we all work together
shoulder to shoulder, all equal. We need the support of each other, as we go upon this journey into a more profound Consciousness and a more enlightened age.

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(C)2018 by W.G. Milne