Whoa. Long ago, I used to get a "black day" today (yesterday) because it is the Birthday of my Ex-Nemesis, but this year the day arrived without me even realizing it. I guess sufficient time has passed, thank christ. Still, it might be a good day to have a good old fashioned misogynistic rant entitled:
"Every Woman I've Ever Known Has Been Nothing But A God Damn Trifling Whore."
Which is not true, of course. But I've been "noticing" a strange "pattern" that has me worried, and I'm trying to disprove a dreadful stereotype: that all "Subjectively Getituptoably, Dateably Attractive" women are, or ultimately become, Trifling Hoes. So what do we do when we start thinking Stereotypically? We Unpack our cognitive Error, and decisively disprove it with Straightforward Rational Thinking!
I know loads o' women who are very nice, very decent, very nontrifling, outstanding human beings who would all be Ideal Relationship Life Partners. Smart, nice, pleasant, nonobnoxious, Gold Hearted, and not even at all hard on the eyes. But because I'm such a OverPrejudiced Cutist (tm) with outrageously unreasonable, irrational, subjective physicalattractiveness standards - plus I have this "intuition" or "radar" or "libido" that Unequivocally decides 100% "yea" or 100% "nay" - I've found it excruciatingly difficult to find that Ideal Intersection of Decent Subjective Physical Attractiveness AND Decent Subjective Personality Nontriflingness.
Difficult, but not impossible, mind: I've met a limited number of Souls who did inhabit that sweet, sweet Intersection, but, for a variety of reasons, which could be summed up under the blankets of "Different Pages" or "Bad Timing" or "They Just Weren't That Into Angry, Ambitionless Alcoholics", It Was Never Meant To Be between myself and said Souls. SuperUnfortunately.
But yeah. It is frustrating. Makes me think something is more wrong than right with my LibidoBrain. That it wants to murder itself on triflingness. But, the very existence of said Rare Souls proves to me that, a couple times per lifetime, the Libido CAN get it right.
For example. I see this young woman sometimes. She's not trifling at all. She's hip to feminist thought on Gender Stereotypes and the like. She's even kind of dykey - never wears makeup or AssJeans, for example - but not actually a Dyke. (I'm hot for dykey-but-straight women, remember.) But that libidinous "It Factor", that "Spark", is not there on my part for her. I would not want to make-out with her, let alone Jizzon her Face. Just like it would make life so much easier if I could wave a magic wand and make myself Gay, so would it be great if I could magically create that "Spark" between myself and her or any of these wonderful, marriageable, nontrifling, perfect, angelic women.
But NooooooooooO. I have to be a stubborn goddam prick with my ridiculous goddam Intersection.
Call of Duty is kinda fun. I'm making progress.
Definition Stereotypical People - Both Men And Women - are Trifling Troglodytes. I did a 180 (well, more like a 90): Men can be trifling too. They do a lot of the same things Trifling Hoes do: go to bars, say/do real obnoxious things, enjoy "partying", can't write to save their lives, etc.
I can understand that people are simply comfortable with Gender Stereotypes. It's something they Know - something Familiar. Which explains why Average People Tend to Gravitate towards those who Ack Stereotypical; but it does Not explain why Stereotypicalness itself seems to unfortunately gravitate towards Trifling Trogginess.
So when the person finally has gotten their rocks off enough and gets to Know the person and discovers there's nothing underneath the Gender Stereotype but solid trog through-and-through, they understandably say "this sucks, I want more."
But people like myself, kctmoap, tend to squick The Attractive Gender right off the bat, never really Getting To first base, because our Gender Stereotype Transgression is Threatening, Scary, and Creepy. This is an unfair/unjust perception. I can live with it, but I'm not in love with it.
So yeah. It should come as no surprise that, historically, I've gotten along real well with Gay Men. There was an interesting post recently at Bitch Blogs which discussed how Male Homosexuality and Bisexuality is a total fist in the face of Stereotypical Masculinity. It's Dangerous and Scary. Especially Bisexuality, because it embodies the "contradiction" that a guy can both want to "bone broads" - THE Definition Heteronormative Masculine Thing-To-Do - AND want to "bone dudes". This causes some great Mental Overload in Stereotypical folks.
Anyway. I used to know some Gay Guys and I got along with them Famously. I still think of them sometimes, and remember them very fondly as Real good Guys. I just hope they weren't secretly thinking about Marrying me. Because that particular man-romance feeling was unrequited. Hopefully I made that clear. I'm pretty sure I did. Anyway, I hope all my favourite Gays are doing well. I need to meet some more Gays to have Mutually-Platonic Friendships with.
Pref not SUPERFlaming Gays, though, because SuperFlaming sometimes converges with StereotypicalFeminineStyleOfTrifling.
For example, one of the Ideal-Intersection "I wanna GoToLunch-With aka Jizz-on" Wimmin has dykey short hair, never wears makeup or ass-jeans, has an air of 0% trifling and 0% outward sexualness, is rather socially awkward, and mysteriously satisfies my "Cutist Prejudice" without being at-all Stereotypically Trifingly Hawt.
But then there's this other woman I sorta wanted to go to lunch with, but she's been sliding down the scale lately as she becomes increasingly Stereotypical Hipster Style. The Chlunky Black Glasses are fine, but the "Hellsapoppin" Red Lipstick is taking it too far. And one day she was wearing a Hip T-Shirt I did not at all like. And then another time she was talking on her phone and had a real annoying/obnoxious voice/conversational style. Trifling Rising.
Hale yeah I'm "picky!" Many would say I'm "too picky"!
Here's two real interesting thoughts I'ma throw atchya:
1. Your sense of Sexuality/Libido is determined not only by your actions, but by your THOUGHTS as well.
2. Seemingly NonSexual thoughts of "companionship, cuddling, or [non]monogamously spanning time" are Indications Of Interest-In-Intimacy. Intimacy Itself is Definition Sexual/Libidinous EVEN IFF it does not involve DirectSex Actions or DirectSex Thoughts. Any kind of Nonplatonic Emotion is Sexual.
In other words, if you regularly daydream about NonSexual Time-Spanning Action or "Hot Make-Out Action" - even if you're Voluntarily Celibate - that indeed makes you an averagely (at least!) Sexual Person.
That isn't simply a "Light Bulb Moment." That's an "I Have Seen The Light" Epiphany!
I'm thinking about applying for Food Stamps. Anyone else gotten down with that? I figure if Uncle Sam can pay for my Meijer Diet Rocky Mist and coffee and tea and cheez-its and salsa, why the hell not?
They've been trotting out all the Sexy Costumes again for Halloween, like everyone wants to dress-up as "Sexy" Something for Halloween. Wrong. Only Trifling People want to do that.
I would Go As somebody pretty predictable, considering Who I Am, such as: House, Tom Waits, Hank Bukowski, Lars von Trier, etc. But I won't, because that would involve going to a Halloween Party, which would in turn involve a lot of people dressing as Sexies and getting drunk. NO THX!!
Still. Just needed to say that all "Sexy" Costumes are for Trifling Hoes and I would never Date a woman who wanted to wear a "Sexy" Costume.
Misogynist "Game" Types like Roissy talk about Shit Tests (tm), which is a valid concept, and an apt and useful term. Yes, All Women do give Shit Tests, but I'd bet men give Shit Tests as well. I don't see any difficulty in passing shit tests; all you do is Call Bullshit when you see it. Not being a person who gives a lot of bullshit - I pride myself on being rather Straightforward - it's challenging for me to put myself in the shoes of someone who regularly does give bullshit. Indeed, the constant-bullshit-giving personality is not one I'd feel'd be a great "fit" for me.
I kinda want to see that newish Jane Campion film about Robert Burns and his lover. I've never met anyone who didn't like Robert Burns. Solid Guy, that Burns.
EMO, BETA FANFIC: "Kc'n'K'sC"
It was a sleepy Saturday night and k.c. and Kay Panabaker were reclining on the couch, surfing channels on the tv. Kay's body felt warm against Kc's. They had not yet boned down hard, even though Kc thought Kay was very pretty and he definitely really wanted to throw it in her; but he preferred to take a month or two and really get comfortable with her, really get to know her. Kay didn't give him a hard time about that, and she said she felt the same way.
"Well, that's a pleasant surprise," Kc joked. "I thought all women liked to spread on the first date."
Kay smiled back at him. "That's only because all men treat us like that's the only thing we're good for."
"So you're saying all men are wrong? That you're actually good for anything? What, you think we Men'd actually want to hang out with a stupid trifling whorish gender like Women? How many Albanians did you let it rip up inside you before it took you to have that big breakthrough?"
"Wow, I can see why you were a real big hit with the ladies," said Kay.
Kc yawned. "Yeah yeah yeah whatever. I'm just too tired to be a huge alpha douchebag tonight. Why can't we just sit here and enjoy each other's company, or is that too much to aaaaaaaaaaaask," he yawned again.
"I would hope not", replied Kay, herself beginning to yawn as she slid down, wrapped her arm around Kc's hairy nonatall-ripped abs, and rested her pretty head on his thorax.
"Yeah, sweet P, sorry to say, but I think we're just gonna have to bone down some other time. "
"Maybe I can find some white space in my calendar next month."
"Hmmmm. That's a pretty big maybe, Kay."
"Well, no one said starting-up one's career was going to be fast and easy."
"I hear ya on that. I'm just thankful you didn't drag me to the godforsaken bar."
"Well, I might have to drag you to church tomorrow morning."
"Not before I drag you into the kitchen and Make You Make Me Breckfuss. And don't hold the Hog."
Kay kissed Kc with no tongue. "I've got more Hog than you know what to do with."
Then they watched an episode of House they had seen 218 times apiece, and this time it was not boring.
END FANFIC
I am glad Saturday is usually a slow day on the job. Man. I'm looking forward to jumping between the not-so-proverbial sheets. Chronic Fatigue Strikes Back. I might have to consult a medical physician about this.
I get tired. Big F'n Deal. I had the day off the other day, whereupon I slept in AND took an afternoon nap AND went to bed kinda early, and I was perfectly satisfied with that.
Lars von Trier's ANTICHRIST opens at the Main Art Theatre Royal Joke on Nov 13. You know you wanna go.
Wow. That weather really is changing. After a bit of "Indian Summer," it's gotten cold and rainy and I can feel the longterm seasonal energy being sucked clean away. As the years go by, I get less and less adaptive towards the long Michigan winters. All the more reason to move to Texas, I guess.
Opportunities for Additional Employment/Income:
1. Make 40c per mile and get erm %25 of your ticket price reimbursed (if applicable) if you drive me to see Lars von Trier's ANTICHRIST which drops at Main Art Theatre in R.Joke on Fri Nov 13.
2. Make 40c per mile and get %30 of your ticket reimbursed (if applicable) if you drive me to see Bob Dylan at the Fox on Fri Nov 6.
3. Make $11,500 over a one-year payment plan if you talk to your Superior and get me a Bigboy Job @ yr Company.
Have nice sunday and monday/week.
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