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activism ~ gender regulation

Thought provoking piece of writing from “The Artidote
@the.artidote”.

‘Just because it is how it is’, never was, and is definitely no longer, an acceptable reason.

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366 reasons to smile ~ +172.

+172. Kids are awesome 🙂

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open letter: dear functioning kiddy fuckers. PS:

yes thats right,

i haven’t forgotten, about the teeny tiny

weaner

belonging to the

teeny tiny –

lawyer

doctor

surgeon

politician

clergyman

pastor

dentist

MP

judge.

ohhh, don’t worry

i would hate to leave you out.

you lot have managed to stay tucked up

as snug as a bug in a teeny weeny rug,

far away from the monster

under the bed.

you lot pretend to reside in far loftier surrounds –

the boardroom

your leagues

and gentlemen clubs.

a little amusing

that you should categorise your dealings.

pretty sure a kiddy fucker,

is just a kiddy fucker.

like shit is shit.

putting icing on it,

don’t make it a cake,

you fuckers.

oh, but i lose my manners.

you are not immune

from the tiny weaner syndrome.

the inadequacy that propels you to

surf for little prey.

yes, you are just inadequate.

pathetic.

miserable.

small.

you may have a blue collar,

a white collar.

but you deserve less

than

a

dog collar

but i see you too.

to the rest of humanity

~ don’t leave your children unattended

~ don’t disregard our intuition

~ if you think that its dodgy; then it is

~ these fuckers don’t take a vacation

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I Am Jane Doe

Ok.

I watched  “I Am Jane Doe”.

Holy shit.

I’m still a little gob-smacked so am reverting to my trusty bullet points for now.

  • The movie is about child sex trafficking and changing the laws in America which allow children to be sold on the internet.
  • These sites, are buy and sell pages; but with an added bonus – Children for sex for sale.
  • The issues I had with copyright and pictures being on a website with pornographic picture of children on it, are the issues that this movie are referring too.
  • Apparently it is alright to sell children for sex and exploitation; especially on the internet.

Ok. Breathing.

The good?

  1. The gutsy survivors of this predatory behaviour, along with their parents and lawyers, are still fighting to have the laws changed, which allow the pornographic depiction and selling of children on the internet, to happen.

Fuck your freedom of speech laws America … this is some bullshit alright.

2. What we always knew to be true; that predators come in all shapes and sizes with all sorts of inclinations, are assholes; and are supported by assholes. And these assholes are becoming more brazen, which in my opinion, will be their demise.

Fuck your inclinations and your ‘rights’ … Children should have more rights than you assholes.

open letter: dear kiddy fucker, heres part three ~ from, Me

I should

feel sorry for you

but nahhhh

I should

feel sorry for your

pathetic frame,

Your lack of skill

and knowledge
which you try to make up for

by dominating

the vulnerable

what a wretched creature

you are

They,

the professionals,

have given you a

super scary persona

to embody

little do they know,

what i know

that you are less than pathetic

really

you don’t hold

monster status

grooming a small child

isn’t a skill

not one you could put

on a CV anyways

and to try to bend them

to your will;

parents have been doing that shit for years

but for very,

very different reasons

yours are selfish and

filthy

But now the cats out of the bag

Now we know

You couldn’t really engage in any meaningful relationship
with someone of your own size

…pardon the penis pun…

but as a matter of enquiry…

did you get rejected

from the army perhaps

the police force?

were you wanked on as a small child

humiliated maybe?

that you feel the need to dominate something so much smaller

and

insignificant

than you feel

you know corpses are easier ay?

Not such a flash name for

those fuckers though.

But because you do not have the balls

….lol pardon the pun again…

for real intimacy

You will eventually die alone

soz

but thats about it

True,

you may have your kiddy porn

to place under your

dead head

and some fucked up memories

to ponder on

but you will be alone

dead

knowing somewhere in your

deadness

that all your unfortunate victims

will be living full

fullfilled

fun

satisfied

intimate

ragingly successful

lives

specially after they figure out

how to

exorcise the demons

you inflicted on them.

For now,

die,

alone.

And  take your time

to

ponder on these

pearls

of wisdom…

Remember how you felt when you when raped up the ass
By the bigger person, back in the day
Remember what it felt like to be little and afraid
And as you cleaned up the blood and semen from your asshole

Remember you were alone then and your alone now
because you chose, to inflict pain on others
Instead of healing yourself
You are a damned wretched

With a teeny tiny pecker
That you couldn’t get up

open letter: dearest kiddy fuckers … Part 2 ~ from, Me

hey there

kiddy fuckers,

guess wot?

I can see you too.

Hell~oooo

Ooo

I see a teeny tiny man
in stature, in esteem
Not so far different from the prey

you preying on

Ooo

and a teeny weeny weaner
surely that wouldn’t perform well?

if at all?

ooohhh, dear

Hence the children,

the vulnerable you prey on i guess
Cos that little teeny weeny penis wouldn’t fit anywhere else!

oh, but you appear bigger, to the smaller anyways

ahhhh,

 

a moment

a moment of silence

for the teeny

tiny

amazingly

small

minute

miniscule

underwhelming

pathetic

puny

runty

crusty

little

penis

 

hi five the pedophile with the tiny appendage

~ join a support group fucktards

dear rest of humanity

~ watch our babies, all the time

~protect children, always

~don’t take a break from that

~these fucktards don’t

 

open letter: dear kiddy fuckers…PART won … from, Me

i see you, i see you

hiding

in dem shadows

under da bed

wit da boogey~man

waiting…waiting…waiting

for dat one,

vulnerable one

da one wit zilch esteem

head hung, shoulders drooped

the alone, unattended prey

you ready to pick off da weak

da easily pliable

ohhh

deres so many to choose from

a regular smorgasbord

of vulnerable, neglected, unwatched, unattended

hmmmmm

 

hiding, hiding, hiding

in da shadows, where you live

where you grow

sniffing, sleaze

scoping and loping

getting ready for PART Two

 

dear rest of humanity that love and understand the necessity of children

~watch our kids at all times

~protect our babies at all times

~don’t become complacent

~because these fuckers don’t

a child prostitute

How is that even a thing,

I wonder.

As I watch them come and go.

I see their ‘baby on board’ stickers

In their rear windows.

And who do they pick up?

You look no more than eleven.

Are you eleven,

or younger?

I feel disgust for those leeches.

Those scum infested bastards.

But you leave with them,

And return in 10 minutes.

How is it that you have to be here?

Why do you go with them?

Yes I know the answer.

But all the answer does not lie with you.

They said on the News;

“What should we be doing about the child prostitution issue”.

It’s an issue?

No,

it’s a fucking abomination!

A shame on this nation!

A child,

a prostitute.

Your ‘clients’ are rapist pigs.

They are not clients.

Your job is not a job.

It isn’t a well thought out career pathway.

It’s cunty pedos cashing in on your silence.

Your need.

Your vulnerability.

I hate them for you!!

I told you so,

When you wouldn’t come with me.

I told you so,

As you huffed your poison and rolled your little eyes.

I told you I would hate them for you,

And I do!

I’ll fix it if it takes me forever

I’ll fix it.

So you can braid your hair

And get your nails did

So you can eat your lunch at school

And you can sleep between Dora Explorer sheets.

I’ll fix it

I’ll keep hating them

Until I fix it.

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teach enlightenment

Found this in my news feed today … it should be reasonably self-explanatory.

It’s a stark reminder of just how shit our perceptions can be, and why rape is even still a concept in this day and age.

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What I taught my girls:

You may be ‘enlightened’, but there are plenty of fuckwits that aren’t. Watch … always watch.

Trust your gut. If it says it’s strange, then it is.

‘No’ is enough of a statement; it needs no explanation.

 

 

mauri of me #21 my babies

I speak of my daughters often throughout my blog, but not alot, if you get my drift. And thats mainly out of respect for their privacy … little bitches 😉

But as I recently had a big dose of them, they are next up on my ‘mauri’ agenda … because they are my essence ❤

They are like a split of Me with an extra dollup of chocolate and gelato on the side 😉

They are both ultra sensitive and completely gangstah … but different.

 

… I started writing about how beautiful they both are … but that wasn’t actually the reason I thought of them both for this post today … so let Me get to the gutts of it ay.

I’ve also written alot about not knowing when and how We will stop being here … in this world. Whether it be those that take their own lives, or those that have lived a long plentiful life, or those that are so dam miserable they probably should be dead … the jist is, We never know when our time is up; but it is a guarantee of this life. That we will all one day expire.

I know this. And its strange, because the closer I get to digging Me and digging life, the more urgency I feel to love every little bit of it because its been so fucken hard for so long … I think I’ve done my hard times and down times enough for a couple life times.

But as I was hanging with my girlies the other day, the youngest (shes 23) had learnt that her friend, who is a little younger than her, had died. She leaves behind a 3 year old.

I think I was kinda in shock, but felt for my girl and could see her grief; and her love for her friend.

Today it kinda slapped Me up side the head. That my baby is feeling the grief of loss that we associate with older, having lived some more of life type age bracket. And that this girls mama would be completely gutted … to have lost her baby girl; her child … the child, growing into a young woman … who now, is no more.

My heart kinda skipped a bit of a beat. Not because I know this lady or her daughter … but because my girl was is in pain and that pains Me.

And because my girls are my love and life. They always have been. Because I am eternally grateful for them; for having them here – still; for being able to watch them grow from beautiful kids to even more beautiful young women … and I’m not just talking outward beauty (they are stunning looking girls though!), but what makes them extraordinary is what they exude … their essence.

They make Me so proud … but more than that … I have always been in love with my kids, and I’m pleased that they have loved Me back 🙂