Ferrari in the Desert

I’m literally surrounded by men. Their homes form a circle around mine. Sometimes my daughter will grab one of their hands and take them for a walk. I figure it would do more harm than good to her if I intervened and never let her interact with them – mostly because she needs outside social interaction and few other people are around. She needs to learn to trust her own initiative, and as long as I’m right there, its OK. She’s only using them to balance while she walks.

However, its disturbing to me that through these brief encounters, these fathers-by-proxy, she may learn to trust men. Which is exactly the purpose of the institution of fatherhood. Dad’s job is to instill in his daughter a sense of confidence in males. To prepare her to eventually be swooped up by another male. The challenge is for him to be selfless enough in this task that she is desirable to another man (meaning he does not rape her and cause her to hate men), but that he has still groomed her well enough to accept another man’s rule over her. He must play the role of the benign slave master and teach her to value her subordinate status, which works well enough so long as he doesn’t tip the balance and sneak a taste of the forbidden fruit, so to speak, for himself.

So in a sense I would rather these men not act so kindly toward her, because she is getting entirely the wrong idea about males. None of them actually give a flying fuck about her – if we got evicted, how many would let us sleep on their couch? None. They are simply relishing their moment in the limelight, collectively playing the role of the “good father,” knowing damn well it all ultimately comes at her expense. They are gleefully logging community service hours for the global mutant mafia, while I stand by helplessly wishing we lived on an iceberg in the middle of the fucking Arctic.

Now the problem with living on an iceberg in the middle of the fucking Arctic, aside from global warming and all the complications of the iceberg lifestyle that entails, is that it’s fucking lonely. My daughter and I both need social interaction outside of each other, and polar bears just won’t do (neither will pizzly bears, the result of polar bears being forced out of their normal habitat by mutant (“human” male) activity into grizzly territory. We need other female humans (humans), and unfortunately, they (we) are all infected with parasites (males, if you somehow didn’t get that by now).

This phenomenon is what a former male acquaintance described to me as “Ferraris in the desert.” As females, we’re isolated, we’re trapped, and we’re fucked. Basically. [Now you know when a male tells you that, he’s not “just angry at men because he’s been hurt in the past,” as women’s apt analyses of patriarchy are often dismissed – he’s bragging. Just because it can’t be said enough times, here it is again: THEY KNOW. They know, ok? They totally do. They know because they do it on purpose. They do it because they like it and because they want to. Ok? Ok.]

So if we want time with women and girls, we pretty much have to put up with the men and boys. This I tell you siiiiister, you can’t have her without the mis-ter. Sad, but true. I mean, am I missing something? Sure, I could find another woman or a bunch of them with only daughters (no children won’t do, in my experience childless women are never willing to make the sacrifices necessary for partnership with mothers – but that’s another blog post), who wants to move somewhere remote and not overly warm to live off of kelp popsicles and penguin roadkill and marvel at a majestic sky full of stars – until one day all of our “issues” (as installed by mutants) come out and we end up stabbing each other to death with four foot icicles. Which is roughly my understanding of the final outcome of the women’s land movement.

I do have a plan, actually, which I won’t share in too much detail here for obvious reasons, which are evidenced by the fact that I’m writing this blog anonymously as opposed to shouting it aloud on the street corner… Which I also haven’t ruled out, and which I have reason to believe could prove highly rewarding, provided circumstances were such that nobody could follow me home and kill me. I’ve actually been evangelizing about male parasitism to almost every woman I meet. Surprisingly, most of them AGREE. I’m serious – I have found very few women who will argue against female supremacy in person, especially in a one-on-one convo. One even cried because she was so happy to finally hear someone telling her the truth about men. I’m telling you, women KNOW. It’s very exciting.

Except, this knowledge somehow doesn’t in itself provide women with sufficient motivation to revolt. Haven’t figured that part out yet… It may take more time than I am willing to invest in consciousness raising, and lots of false hope I am too emotionally vulnerable to withstand, seeing as how I am very lonely and therefore hardly able to do this work without some measure of self-interest. So while it’s great to connect with women in person on this topic, it’s equally frustrating that nothing comes of it, that we can have an incredibly explosive, radical conversation, and yet, taking action is a whole nother level. I’ve never been a patient person, but there are also real external constraints on taking our damn time reaching conclusions about what needs to be done. It’s getting to the point where I’ve done nearly all I can do where I am now, and will have to move on soon to avoid backlash from certain women’s mutant captors.

With that said, I will leave you with this parting thought: you can’t burn a witch if you don’t know where she sleeps at night.


9 thoughts on “Ferrari in the Desert”

  1. “I’ve actually been evangelizing about male parasitism to almost every woman I meet. Surprisingly, most of them AGREE.”

    In which way? I have made the experience that, while many women may roll their eyes while they say “Men!”, there are very few who would agree to a more serious and detailed feminist analysis of things.
    The unspoken assumption always is that there is nothing to be done, we will just have to live with men. It is more like complaining about the wheather than like political critique, in some ways.

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    1. Hey sellmaeth, good to see you here 🙂 What I was referring to is actually women who will not just agree, but say in their own words, that females are superior, that it’s ridiculous for males to have reproductive organs hanging outside their bodies, that the Y chromosome is the genetic equivalent of a dustbunny, that they need us more than we need them, and that men are otherwise dumb, boring and lazy… oh, and can you pass the salsa?

      The weather. Exactly. I don’t know what to make of it. It’s way more than eye-rolling, but the outcome is eerily similar. The implication seems to be that nothing can be done, or that it’s too risky. Another possibility is that women are just not accustomed to thinking of solutions anymore, which would be a reasonable result of there actually being no solution, or only a “crazy” risky one, which brings us back to the question of whether anything *could* be done, even if it were the case that every female on earth simultaneously comprehended the problem and desired to solve it. Which would obviously be a huge feat in itself.


    2. And my personal opinion about THAT is, of course we could solve the problem if we ALL decided we were going to. Men just have such a vice grip on women’s minds and bodies that especially for women who LIVE with men, it seems impossible. Many women have trouble imagining even leaving the house without their husband’s permission, even if it is hypothetically possible without repercussion, because of how men don’t give women five minutes of fucking solitude. So a woman may one day have the insight that her husband is a total mutant parasite, but he comes around again and brainwashes her back to square one. It’s like trying to keep your head above water when someone keeps pulling you down. And it takes a long, long time to undo all of the neural connections male rule has instilled in us. Every woman is at a different place in that regard, if it’s even happening at all. So while I think we could totally end male rule if we all wanted to, all at once, I’m pessimistic about those conditions ever being met.


      1. We just need to acknowledge that males commit the majority of crimes. Whether we like individual males is meaningless.
        The solution I propose is to reduce the number of males. We have the science to do that without killing anyone. Just not give birth to as many new males. If only twenty percent of women who want to have children got on board with that plan, that would reduce the number of crimes by about 9%. And that is assuming that men would be as criminal with less of them around, which I assume is not the case. 9% less crimes would mean a lot of less trauma and a lot of more money to help traumatized women.

        It should be obvious, even to men. (Aren’t they forever complaining about not being able to find a girlfriend? Well, with 5% excess males even in Western countries, that is not a surprise.)

        That would not be a feminist revolution, but it would improve things greatly.

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      2. One consideration would be all the lesbians who get IVF, which disproportionately produces male fetuses. Since many of them are only having children to conform socially, they might be the easiest demographic to convince it isn’t worth it.


  2. About solving the Male problem, what’s your thoughts on just raising some portion, say 50%, of male children as girls? Like from the very day their born treat them as women. Use she/her, give them typically feminine toys, only feminine clothes, typical girl names, you get the point. And when they hit the ago of about 9 or 10 get them started on Testosterone blockers and Estrogen. They’ll develop just the same as all the other girls, and because you don’t allow toxic male puberty to take place their brains wont be masculinized. And for good measure say at the age of 16 they must get their boy part removed.
    I’m fairly new to this so if this sounds stupid please forgive me, lol. It’s just an idea I had pop into my head and wanted some opinions.


    1. I think it’s a great idea in theory. But speaking practically, if we had the political power necessary to get away with castrating boys, we could just as easily get rid of them altogether.


  3. I think it is disgusting how men can control society without us women dominating every hierarchy around us. I to be the best. I am better then male. I am the dominant gender. They will lie beneath me. Peasants of our cruel world, women will rule forever.


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