I was sitting here – and I don’t care who has a problem with this – thinking of how much I can’t stand men in general. Yeah, call me sexist or whatever, but it’s true. Fucking cocks are responsible for 95% of life’s problems. At least in my opinion, they are, but it’s ok to agree to disagree. It isn’t someone disagreeing with me I have a problem with, it’s when someone tries to cram their beliefs down my throat and get me to live by them that I draw the line. Not saying anyone’s doing that, I’m just saying I don’t try to control or judge others for how they live, think, and believe and I expect the same respect in return.

Now back to the male-bashing. Even as kids they tend to be worse. If this damn kid of Jesse’s was a girl I doubt it would be zipping around on the fucking dirt bike like it has been. But this is why I want out of the mainstream. In the mainstream, if you’re not dealing with your own kids, you’re dealing with someone else’s.

Obviously, there are a few good ones out there who are the exception but with all the shit they cause it’s no wonder so many girlfriends and wives are getting fed up and beating the crap out of them. Years ago they were expected to just stand there and take it and to “be a lady.” Ladies of the past didn’t use their fists. I’m not saying every woman can beat every man any more than every man can beat every woman, but those who don’t even try to fight back really make me wonder about them. Are they just that weak? Or could they actually get off on it somehow? There are some sickos out there who do get off on various forms of abuse, after all. But these days more of them are quick to say, “Fuck society’s views of what a proper ladylike woman should be,” and they’re returning the fist fire with a vengeance. I commend those women. Really it’s hard to feel all that sorry for a man who gets beaten by his GF or wife simply because a woman won’t usually resort to her fists unless she’s attacked first. A man will use them simply because he might’ve had a bad day at work.

Oh yeah, work. That reminds me. Do I really want to deceive everyone about that? Because in order to tell Andy what he wants to hear, I have to tell everyone. If I tell just him he’ll wonder why it’s not mentioned in my blog or why no one else brings the subject up on Ask and sites like that. Also, if I tell just him he may bring it up in public and others will be confused. I suppose I could make up an online job that pays at least minimum wage, but what the hell would I say it was? Besides, that’s not a “real” job to most people. I don’t want to be someone I’m not, but I also don’t want the grief I sometimes get by being a “1950s” housewife and the doubt over my sleep disorder. It’s only a job, after all. If saying I have a simple out-of-the-house job will get people to back off a bit, then that’s not “conforming” much, is it? It still kind of hurts that those who should know me better, like Andy, don’t believe I have a sleep disorder, and somehow I doubt he believes I was the real victim where the black welfare bums were concerned either. And why not? No one else but my husband did, so why should he?