Ever wonder how I ended up in this dominatrix outfit?
My first piece for the feminist publishing site, 4W, is up: https://4w.pub/sex-pos-memoirs/ I originally wrote it by hand, in a notebook, while staying in Bydgosczc, Poland. It was hard to write, but hopefully not quite as hard to read. At an estimated 18-minute read, it’s like a novel by Internet standards.
My mind is clearer now. At last all too well I can see where we all soon will be. If you strip away The myth from the men, You will see where we all soon will be. Woman! They’ve started to believe All that postmodern woo. They really do believe their genders could be true. And all the rights you’ve won Will soon be swept away. Reality now matters less Than the things they say.
Listen Woman I don’t like what I see. All I ask is that you listen to me. And remember, I’ve been the Left’s handmaiden all along. You have set them all on fire By saying sex is not attire. And they hurt you when you show they’re wrong.
I remember when this whole thing began. No talk of “cis” then, just woman and man. And believe me, my admiration for you hasn’t died. But every word you say today Gets twisted ’round some other way. And they hurt you when you show they’ve lied.
Internet, your female crones should have stayed the great unknowns Like her mother keeping house, serving her spouse. Not complaining when oppressed would have suited Woman best. She’d have caused nobody harm; no one alarm.
Listen, Woman, do you care for your sex? Don’t you see that their boot’s on our necks? We are occupied; have you forgotten how put down we are? I am frightened for the TERVes For they have hit too many nerves. And they’ll crush us if we go too far. If we go too far
Listen, Woman, to the warning I give. Please remember that I want us to live, But it’s sad to see our chances weakening with every hour. All your followers are blind Too much TERVen on their minds. It was beautiful, but now it’s sour. Yes it’s all gone sour.
Listen, Woman, to the warning I give. Please remember that I want us to live. So c’mon, c’mon She won’t listen to me c’mon, listen to me She won’t listen to me
Notice the W (8 miles) connects to the O (10 miles!! because of displaced retracing) at the top, rather than the bottom. This spared me 2 miles of gravel retracing on County Road 100 E, although I wouldn’t have minded them since I was on Connie, my big thick-tired steel Tour Easy, rather than Silver, my small skinny-tired aluminum Gold Rush.
This is actually a really nice route, so I did it again (with a slight variation from before: see https://blog.ninapaley.com/2019/09/17/strava-vs-women/ ). This time I brought a gravel-appropriate bike. Note that Prospect, on the last leg of the “N”, is under major construction; I carefully rode along the dirt next to the partially-paved road-in-progress, but it is hazardous.
With the ride to the start and home from the finish, it’s a little more than 100 km.