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Life or Death

It’s moving too fast.
It’s always moving too fast.
My problem is I try to catch up.
Catching up isn’t possible.
So, I sit.
And feel.
And am overcome
by the pain of the world.
I am overcome
by my own pain.
Nowhere to turn,
nowhere to run,
nowhere.

And now
with a place for me
in your heart
I set off
to discover
the horrible truth
I set off
to discover
the healing truth.

It’s very possible
I would rather destroy
myself
than know.

It’s very possible
I would rather destroy
myself
than know.

It’s really life or death.

I got a Census reminder today
and it puzzled me
like whirlpool of trash
and stench
sucking, sucking, sucking.

We care about you.
We care about you.
This is for you.

It called out
in big, childish letters
simple to read
for the simple people.

This is for you
it said
We’re doing this for you
because you count.

That’s what it said,
because you count.

Who buys this bullshit
Who really buys it
It’s like I’m stuck
we’re stuck
in this twighlight zone
of fuckery and pride
a cocktail of fear
arrogance
and rule loving
homicidal maniacs
disguised as housemothers
and grandparents
and teachers.

We call them
reasonable

Who buys this shit?
I’ll tell you who buys it…
I buy it.

I buy it all
been waiting for someone else
been waiting for anyone
to say
no.

But not me.
I buy it all.
and I know it
and I bitch about it
quietly
Like eating McDonalds
by myself
in an empty parking lot.

That’s who buys this shit
and for fucks sake
I’m running out of time
I mean really,
50 years and it’s no joke
I can’t talk myself
out of the yoke
I can’t tell myself
maybe next year
or maybe tomorrow
so soon, my dear.

No.

I buy it all
and I wait for another
I buy it all
and I don’t run for cover
I buy it all
because I’m to afraid
to stand up
and say what I think
and feel what’s
come up.

I’m the one
who this is all for
it’s not for you
This isn’t your war
So don’t worry, don’t worry
1 second more.

Until I stop buying
there will always be more.

The Sins of the Parents are in Full Bloom

The Sins of the parents are in full bloom,

And the parents are desperately trying to get out of the room
The parents are children
They can’t be trusted
To see the truth of the things
That they’ve busted
And like children
They’re prone to a tantrum
When they don’t get what they want
A tantrum’s their anthem.

The parents are children
But their sins are mature
They’ve created and supported
And shouted for war
But the worst ones have,
Like children
Pretend,
That their choices were Noble
And could not have led to this end.

But, still worse, and gravest of all of the Sins
Is their willful deception
Of how it begins
And their indignant opinions
That they take for truth
And feed to their children
As if sick from the flu
They decide that their children
Are just like them
And they don’t give a thought
To what it means is they’re not
Or, even more, how good it might be
If their children, from them,
Were eternally free
Instead they build bunkers of hate
To surround their kids
And to keep them safe
But by safe what they mean,
These child parents,
Is same, same as them
Like little pet plants

The Sins of the parents
Are in full bloom
Their refusal to look
Beyond their own gloom
Only entrenches their children
To a similar Doom
And as they all scramble
To exit the room
All pointing their fingers
And teaching the rule
That it’s not you that that’s
The problem
It’s some other fool.

The Sins of the parents are in full bloom.

Toxic Masculinity Does Not Exist, Part 452

Part 452 in the ongoing series of debunkment.

And before starting, a disclaimer: Looking for men and women who want to put down their assumptions, and deal with the painful reality that is the present. This means examining your own objections, feelings and actions before you point out others. I call these people Allies. We need more Allies.

It doesn’t matter what other people are saying. It doesn’t matter what you’re seeing on TV or in the latest video or social media post (including this one), all that matters is that you want to strive for a better relationship with the opposite sex (of yourself). Basically we’re all at least 49% gay so if you’re at war with the opposite sex, you’re at war with yourself. That’s kind of a joke…but maybe you get my point.

Why should you listen to me about it anyway? Only because I have a penis and have been socialized and biologized as if I have a penis, so I’m an authority on that. I’m an authority on what it means to be socialized and biologized with a penis. This means if there’s anyone out there who hasn’t been Socialized or Biologized with a penis and they’d like to know about it, I’m a good person to ask. The other option is make up a story that you know what it’s like to have a penis and then to take a bunch of actions based on that made up story.

For me, I want to improve the relationship with myself and others, specifically the female. I want there to be less violence in the world and so I want there to be less violence in me, first. I’m really looking for females and males who want this to and are willing to engage around a set of principles that would allow exploration foremost and that would make judgement and justification silly remnants of immaturity.

If you’re a male and you’re bored and frustrated with the same female drive, cliched narrative, then it means you’re going to have to change some things, you’re going to have to step out of the comfort zone of withdrawing yourself in order to avoid the responsibility of disagreement and of owning your own virtue and value. I’ve found it helps to have other men around you to help with this. Males are so used to being a lone and so comfortable with it that we need help to come back to ourselves and begin the process of balancing out the narrative. Because honestly guys, the female narrative is not wrong, but it’s not right either, it’s just half the story masquerading as the full story because we haven’t been willing to take the pain of confronting the female process with compassion and in a masculine way. We’ve contributed to this vacuum of masculinity and it’s time to stop.

If you’re a female the first thing is to get honest. Do you actually want things to change for boys and girls, or just for girls. Do you actually want things to get better for men and women, or just for women. If you’re answer is just or primarily for girls and women, then I challenge you to figure out how that is a humane thing. I understand if what you want is to get back at all the men who have hurt you, but revenge (justified or not) is not a useful method for improving relationships. If you do get honest, you’re going to see that there’s only one way to improvement, and that’s going internal and finding what’s underneath all that rage. From my perspective this requires trust, trust that if you get in touch with and expose the little girl of you that’s been hurt, that’s been let down, you’re not going to be punished for it. There’s very few things men can actually offer women (and vis-a-versa) but one of them (and it can only be offered by a man, not a boy) is the gentle guidance and promise that your little girl is safe with us. There is no hope if women aren’t willing to get into that space to contemplate and act.

And guys…did you hear me…there is no hope if we don’t do whatever is necessary to help women get into that space. When women are in their vulnerability, in their innocence and are encouraged rather than threatened, they can apply their wisdom and vision and they can help men to heal. Without vulnerable women you will not have healthy men.

So not sure how this is all going to come across to you, the reader but if you’re reaction is angry…consider it a gift and go find out who you really are. I’m going to do that after I go beat my dog!

The Candace Owen’s Story cont.: Angela Landsbury

Screen Shot 2017-12-19 at 9.49.53 AMI can’t get enough of Candace Owens and her story. I’m intrigued, inspired, hopeful and scared to death of and for her.

To the right is a story she wrote recently for The Federalist on Angela Landsbury’s comments about women and how she says they need to take responsibility when it comes to contributing to “bad sex situations”.

If you want to get a feel for where Candace stands read the article. Meanwhile I’m going to be thinking about why I’m putting so much time into this. For now I think it’s simply because, so far, I agree with her philosophy of responsibility as the foundation for human goodness and growth. Maybe it’s because I wish I had the courage to be so publicly clear about my views. Not sure.

But I don’t think I’m going to put this down any time soon, so if you’re curious about Candace, check her out and if you have opposing views I’d love to hear them.

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