.yes, in the ancient poetic tradition, the poets were mainly... women... Sappho: who couldn't have been a woman as such, but a lesbian... lesbian doesn't count as... well... let's face it... i'm inclined to think that homosexuals are brave... i could shoot a man, but **** his ****? not a chance in hell; that sort of audacity is what Bukowski noted... we all know that the Jews and homosexuals (Greeks) are running the show, so... budge up... we're in the waiting line of this farce show of masquerading chauvinism...

i could blame my father for being somewhat
effeminate, if i didn't know that...
well... come on...
he clings to a woman (my mother)...
because... well...
his mother abandoned him...
yep... left him to be raised by my grandfather's
parents...
            and his father, my grandfather...
i make a slight replica of...
we drank, and i'm betting that we'll still
be drinking when the show's over...
so i can understand all the pandering
to a woman's mood swings...
(to boot? he can fry a builder's breakfast,
the full English?
  but other food? can't cook for ****!)
me?   i can't let my mother off that
easily... i like an argument over a woman's
minor, trivial, attention to details...
which... honestly...
   i might leave a shadow behind...
but the cats?!
            ******* plonkers... mess... everywhere...
and you'd think the cats to be
hygienic... hate them...
   i hate cats...
    i love them when they become solipsistic,
but when all the clinging sets in?
just give me a ******* dog...
  seriously, i hate being the subject
to deceptive attention seeking...
yes, i hate being the subject to...
which is why i don't understand why women
object to objectification so much...
being objectified is half if nil as bad
as being subjected to...
            all that donning the *****-hat
fried your neurons or something?

hello cliche:
Freud once said,
after all these years, i still don't know what
women want -

no surprises there...
two articles in a newspaper supplement,
side by side (how else?) -

ooh... deborah ross - let it rip, girl,
because girls, tend to bully,
women?  dunno... do ****? like bake?
and yes... me?
effeminate, because i like cooking?
i call it an extension of organic chemistry,
which, is pretty much cooking...
and the two worst meals i've
ever eaten?
both by women... over-cooked pasta,
and undercooked baby potatoes...
em... sorry? oops?

ooh... but deborah ross simply knows
how to draw the ties,
her article: dads who look after their
babies give real men a bad name...

some gems in this:

1. but i have noticed that an increasing
number of men - if you can even call
  (i'd prefer... if you even can...
never mind)
       them men, let's be frank here -
are choosing to lower themselves
by actually looking after the children
that are theirs
  (italics, my own... oh! O!
****... so the real men are the men
looking after children, that aren't theirs?)

2. it's getting silly, according to researches:
'many men - if we can call them that -
are rejecting the traditional
   role... etc. etc.... and probably becoming
impotent too'...
    the Oedipus complex is a male-thing...
perhaps i've ****** a woman that
vaguely resembled my mother...
but ******* dysfunction?
   isn't that what the girls are all about...
am i to own the Oedipus complex
and the Madonna-***** complex...
simultaneously?
   last time i checked...
the prostitutes i ****** didn't complain,
just charged me an extra £10 to perform
oral *** on them... to their bemusement...
so... what's what and which is which?!

3. might as well cut if off,
for reading bedtime stories...
getting up at 5am is probably hard enough,
when you don't get to lounge in bed for...
i'm pretty sure that at primary school
i walked to school alone...

4. golf? who the **** plays golf?
    might as well start learning to
play the ******* tambourine...

5. bang **** in the shed, and sit watching
the t.v.:
                 zoombies....
there are only about 2 decent t.v. dramas
on t.v. throughout the year...
country watch, come dine with me?
i'd much prefer to sit watching my own
******* shadow than this,
microwave called a t.v. for the brain...
a ******* candle is more entertaining
this time of year... ****!

6. butchering a chicken?
    well... last time i heard...
women do all the cooking...
so... here you go, an axe, a frantic running
chicken... you have the genesis...
now cook me a ******* exodus!

7. fight a duel, take a woman by brute
force, slap her around a bit or
drag her by her hair for wanting to win
a vote...

   so much is wrong with this...
why? LEGAL REASONS...
like **** i will...
fight a duel? for who's honor?
mine? **** that...
a woman's... i'm trying to make
reminiscence of the, "******" white
of the wedding dress...
wait...              no... can't conjure
that connection up...
and the rest?            oh...
ask some Pakistani to show it to you...
i find it vaguely entertaining slapping
a cat for taking a **** in my bed...
you choice... i'm... OUT!

8. yeah... the whole aprons and an
umbrella... the summer we've had?
i took a ******* umbrella with me
while making a bbq in the rain...
i almost stripped naked to let off the steam,
but i did open my mouth and made a suckle
at Gaia's ****...

9. bang my fist on the table when
the dinner is not ready?
i'd be banging my fist saying:
honey... please, please... please don't
cook for dinner... let me do the cooking,
i've had a bout of indigestion
from yesterday, honey, please...
please don't cook...

10. Morgan is right,
masculinity is in a wrong place,
we must do something about it...
and that would begin with me
having enough courage to ****
a ****... but since i don't have that
sort of courage...

ah... how else could this not be called
an extreme case of infantile verbiage?

always the boy,
never the "man"...

      nice article though... who edits
this ****?!
second article...
a cherry on top...

    oh, could you mansplain that again, please?

i won't go through with it...
it's basically a subversion article...
i.e. "how to speak inoffensively to men"...
more like, "how to emasculate men"...
       an atypical "threat" of,
well... let's be honest...
a "sexist comment" would go along
as - that's not appropriate and i don't
appreciate it -
            but an atypical subversion
of "threat"... would be subverted as...
  an... awkward laugh...
    
this is bonkers...
   thank god i'm the sort of person that
came for the language,
rather than the women...
   no... no chance...
even if i were a Quasimodo i'd be trying
and gagging for some...
but i'm not Quasimodo...
and i'm ******* far from gagging for
some of this...
   i'm the sort of person that says:
i want this to end,
i don't want any part of this...

  gee-whizz... and the West "thinks"
it won the Cold War...
   Silicon Curtain having replaced
the Iron Curtain...
oh sure, sure John, Jamie and Frankie...
you won, but i don't know what you've
sacrificed by winning,
whatever the hell you've won.

- after having written this,
i say:
****, i don't want to know, don't tell me,
don't tell me like it's some grand
surprise...
         no... no! i don't want to know!
i never will, and i will eat out
Charon's tongue out if he attempts to tell me...
nooooo!