Warning: My last message to the Liberal Feminists, which includes some unkind and unpleasant language at the end.
I look at some of the women who are calling themselves feminists and even radical feminists and who claim that they care about women like me and I have very serious doubts. I know they don’t care about women like me because they say so repeatedly while claiming they are against sexual exploitation. But, the truth is they are just like the mean girls in middle school. It never changes.
I wondered how this would work, really. Because I see them and I look in the mirror and I know my own history and what has happened to me better than anyone and I know they’d hate my guts. Women like them have always hated me. I was called “privileged” when I was little and being abused and my mother was nearly dying. But, because of my appearance and because men wanted to fuck me at 12-years old, I was called names and treated like that’s what I’m here for by other girls and by adults who were counselors and teachers at the public school I once attended.
So, I’ve wondered how can it be that all of a sudden these women are my friends? How can that be? Did they grow up? No. They’re still the mean girls they always were. But, now they’re hypocrites making a few bucks on the ‘net while claiming to support victims of porn, trafficking, and domestic abuse. But, I guarantee you that even now, even in my older age, if they saw me they would hate me just like women like them have always hated me.
The strip clubs were always my refuge. There were lots of women there just like me. But, there were some women who hated me there, too, and I was called names and treated like dirt by them because the truth is the club owners liked me a lot and I could walk on stage and clean out all the cash in the room. I was an attraction for the clubs – kind of like a circus animal. It’s a “privilege” to be the biggest attraction in the circus.
I’ve never been allowed a normal life (whatever that is, although, I’m thinking it’s one where you get to have “choices” and “consent” to things) because I grew up in a cult where you don’t got to heaven if you don’t marry, become one of multiple wives, and spawn for all eternity. I AM Satan, just as like they called me then. It’s true because I think that despite the fact that I apparently looked like Miss January at 12 or 13-years old, I have a brain and quite a good one (I excel at everything, academically) and they only thing I ever needed was half a chance, which I never got because some people – men and women just like those liberal feminists who say “Don’t feel sorry for Melania” – made sure I didn’t get a chance. They decided a long time ago that I was meant to be a whore and you just can’t fight millions of people. Nobody can take on that many enemies, especially enemies in your own house when you are just a child, and win.
So, here’s a big FUCK YOU to all you motherfucking bulldykes out there who have made my life a living Hell! I hate you right back you hypocritical pieces of shit. You are no better than the men and the Christians who hate me or anyone else I have to tip-toe around and live in fear of. I won’t ever listen to a goddamn word you have to say ever, again! You are liars and frauds. It’s clear that deep down, you really hate the victims of patriarchy – you with all your “choices” and your “consent.” I hope you rot in Hell!
A Final Word: It is important for women, as soon as they are able, to understand what men and the women who help them all are. The best way to do that is to ignore the freaky-looking scammers and frauds talking about nonsense like Marxist feminism, and liberal feminism, and calling themselves “radical feminists” because it’s cool somewhere to do so, but to read as much as you can, as soon as you can, by women like Andrea Dworkin and Sonia Johnson. Read things like “Caliban and the Witch” and “Loving to Survive” by Graham. And, don’t worry about activism and organizing and supposedly helping poor women who really need the help of sad sacks who can’t even handle their own affairs. It’s all a bunch of bull invented by pinkos and liberals to waste your time and keep you from your own self-realization.
Instead, read the books and organize your life accordingly the best you can. If you have relationships with men, cut them off. Don’t feel bad about it. The life you save may be your own. You’ll probably have to change all your phone numbers, though – if you try to even dump your male “friends,” you’ll find out what they are right away. But, you’ll be glad you did.