Posted on 11/11/2016 11:17:28 PM PST by ErikJohnsky
War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.
I never had any and none of the guys I roomed with did.
We all had girlfriends except one guy who was pretty much asexual until about graduation time. We also played sports, video games, and were not afraid of alcohol.
We woild have kicked out a guy who we thought was acting gay and doing that to straight roommates - it would have been too uncomfortable and disruptive to the living arrangements.
Says a liberal white woman who believes she knows more about white male sexuality than white males who live it,,do.
What in the hell does that even mean? I'm sick of these hippie professors and their mush-brain students espousing every stupid convoluted theory they come with as if it's some kind of reality. Oh right, other universes.
Here's a thesis: Because I prefer women, my frontal lobe is non-receptive within the understanding of queerness because it can't reconcile the differences between space, time, and molecules. Think about it, you learned intellectuals. Since space and time and matter co-exist, along with the abstract reasoning of the human mind, then I must accept queerness within the same construct. How's that for gobblygook?
LGBTQxyz + hetersexual + asexual = 0. Of course you can always add a self-dividing derivative providing you square 5 times the power of bullsh*t.
“Can I flip your meat” ?Dougie Houser Disgusting ad!
So these clowns graduate with a major in Transgendered Homosexuality with a minor in Beastiality Deviancy, can’t find a job to pay off their massive debt, and expect taxpayers to reward them by absolving their debt.
One of the biggest things that Trump could do is halt all “research” funding grants to this entire area. The professors make their main money off of government grants.
WTF? What kind of mental gymnastics do they people have to exercise to come up with this crap? Why are they even allowed to teach such nonsense? "Anal Resilience"...what's her obsession about? "White American heterosexual male's obsession with homoerotic acts"? That doesn't even make sense if you're a straight man. And what's with the racist "white" thing?
Morally informed, right-thinking women want men who are real men, not pagan beasties who lust after strange flesh. The supercilious snob posing as one who knows best with respect to men is a disgusting pagan sage whose caricature of men hearkens back to thoroughly debauched Greek and Roman beasties and their boy-toys.
This woman probably was molested as a child. She’s incapable of having a loving, meaningful, healthy relationship.
So, straight males could CHOOSE to engage in homosexual behavior?
In the Summer of 1963 our scout troop did a fifty mile hike across the Olympics. As we readied to leave our last camp after a hearty breakfast, the two scoutmasters had us all gather around the dying embers of the campfire. Then we all peed on it. It made a horrible stench, but we all laughed.
She conflates the stories of Tom Browns school days into every mans story
What?!!
Seriously, what?
This author should seek help.
My Dad played racquetball every Saturday morning with a good friend of his ... male.
He had a lot of good friends who were male.
Just like women have female friends.
Doesn’t mean they are gay.
The Indiana government still funds the Kinsey sex collection.
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Marxist Feminisms Ruined Lives
Frontpagemag.com ^ | 9-2-2014 | Mallory Millett
...It was 1969. Kate invited me to join her for a gathering at the home of her friend, Lila Karp. They called the assemblage a consciousness-raising-group, a typical communist exercise, something practiced in Maoist China. We gathered at a large table as the chairperson opened the meeting with a back-and-forth recitation, like a Litany, a type of prayer done in Catholic Church. But now it was Marxism, the Church of the Left, mimicking religious practice:
Why are we here today? she asked.
To make revolution, they answered.
What kind of revolution? she replied.
The Cultural Revolution, they chanted.
And how do we make Cultural Revolution? she demanded.
By destroying the American family! they answered.
How do we destroy the family? she came back.
By destroying the American Patriarch, they cried exuberantly.
And how do we destroy the American Patriarch? she replied.
By taking away his power!
How do we do that?
By destroying monogamy! they shouted.
How can we destroy monogamy?
Their answer left me dumbstruck, breathless, disbelieving my ears. Was I on planet earth? Who were these people?
By promoting promiscuity, eroticism, prostitution and homosexuality! they resounded.
They proceeded with a long discussion on how to advance these goals by establishing The National Organization of Women. It was clear they desired nothing less than the utter deconstruction of Western society. The upshot was that the only way to do this was to invade every American institution. Every one must be permeated with The Revolution: The media, the educational system, universities, high schools, K-12, school boards, etc.; then, the judiciary, the legislatures, the executive branches and even the library system.
It fell on my ears as a ludicrous scheme, as if they were a band of highly imaginative children planning a Brinks robbery; a lark trumped up on a snowy night amongst a group of spoiled brats over booze and hashish...
No Regrets for a Love Of Explosives; In a Memoir of Sorts, a War Protester Talks of Life With the Weathermen
By DINITIA SMITHSEPT. 11, 2001
http://www.nytimes.com/2001/09/11/books/no-regrets-for-love-explosives-memoir-sorts-war-protester-talks-life-with.html
...He also writes about the Weathermen’s sexual experimentation as they tried to ‘’smash monogamy.’’ The Weathermen were ‘’an army of lovers,’’ he says, and describes having had different sexual partners, including his best male friend...
No it ain’t, silly woman. It’s a distortion borne of the devil and you’ve made yourself another one of his handmaidens.
Oh I believe it, wise ‘fool.’
The undercurrent of that stuff is bullying and violence. Don’t let all the blabber about love fool ya. It ain’t love. It’s lust, a small shriveled impostor of love that’s left when a soul has been selectively paralyzed by the devil and his bullying and violence.
The Weathermen? Nearly perfect environment in which for that stuff to run rampant.
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