compared2what? wrote:I fully admit you didn't tell me to shut up directly. You told me that if I didn't experience your assigning women (of which I am one) a role in the world in which I had no agency wrt my own identity or my own desires as an enjoyable compliment, I was in need of a metaphorical deep-dicking. If there's a way of reading that which doesn't equate to: You, c2w, are unqualified to speak for what women want, although you are a woman. Because your identity as a woman is false, inadequate, and incomplete. Which -- despite being problems of female identity can only be resolved after that identity has been metaphorically deeply penetrated by something hard and masculine, which I have and you don't.
You are 100% qualified. But the suggestion to get some metaphorical deep-dicking was just that: Metaphorical. Meaning,
I felt you
could use some metaphorical deep-dicking by the
metaphors. The porn clip was one such
metaphor. Not
just a metaphor, but it was
also a metaphor. I don't assign any gender to metaphors, perhaps you do. If anything, aren't they a little female? Like, associative? Anyway, if you
did understand that and are now talking about my assigning some kind of extra-special role to women to play in the world because they're a little bit better than men on the whole, regardless of whether the women themselves want it or enjoy the compliment of being a little bit superior: Yes, I most certainly am. With that small measure of superiority comes a small measure of extra responsibility. In essence: Women are
the chosen people. If, after (IMO) rightly assessing the situation, pointing it out in strongly worded exhortations and metaphors is a hard and masculine thing, so be it -- if that's what it takes for women to realize what the situation is, then I totally stand by my suggestion to get deep-dicked. I totally stand by my right to say it, anyway, without being called things I am not and accused of things I'm not doing.
That's not exactly "Shut up." It's more like, "La-la-la, I can't hear you, NOW LISTEN TO ME AND LISTEN GOOD, LITTLE LADY. I KNOW WHAT YOU WANT. AND IF YOU KNEW WHAT' WAS GOOD FOR YOU, YOU'D STOP ARGUING AND LET ME (or my surrogate) GIVE IT TO YOU." Which actually has more scope than just telling me to shut up would, since it silences what I said retroactively, as well as invalidates anything I might say in the future, assuming I didn't feel that the environment was too hostile to my voice for it to be a good idea for me to continue speaking.
Again with the feelings, please ignore them. Please focus on the situation. Rationally. Is my exhortation to
take over the world soon because it might end otherwise really so offensive that you need to assert your right to ignore it and deconstruct it like Lacan? You have the right to ignore it. Of course. But really now. Let's get real. I'm not saying men can't help you -- no, men are
morally obliged to help you. If you knew what was good for
us, you'd choke down the urge to protest the little typical-male-pig unconscious indiscretions I
might be guilty of in
reality, and just focus on the situation, and figuring it out. Put your earmuffs on, if you need to. Stuff your ears with wax like Odysseus and
just read the text. If you need to. I'm on my (ugh, okay, no unnecessary swears) knees saying "What do you need????" and you're wasting time nagging me about nebulous decorum? That time could be much better spent
nagging the world. I'll help!
And if you don't know that in any context outside of consensual sexual role play, women understand men who tell them what they need is a good hard fuck, metaphorical or otherwise, to be either reminding them who has the metaphorical and actual weight advantage at best or, at worst, threatening them, there's no time like the present for you to learn it. So please take my word for it that they do.
Okay, sorry for the unintentional reminder. But frankly, some women really
do benefit from a deep-dicking. You, my friend, my metaphorical sister, may not be one. I apologize, if so. And yes of course, even the women who need one, perhaps get turned off by being reminded they need one. So...if you ever need one: Just say so, order me, demand one, or just make it so yourself. Deep-dick yourself!
In short, you didn't tell me to shut up. You just made it both uncongenial and impossible for me to speak and be heard.
Perhaps. But 99% of the misunderstanding is yours. Trust me.
Although later in the same post, you endorse the idea that asking a woman what she wants is a good way to demystify the feminine. Which is commendable. You have to be willing to listen to the answer you get with at least some gesture in the direction of being receptive to it, though. Without that, there's not really a whole lot of point in asking.
I...
we...have little or no time to waste on pleasantries and feeling-protection and showing false receptiveness to misguided ideas about the situation, and
especially totally bogus ad hominem claims. So fu...orget asking: Just fucking tell us.
Please. And then I'll tell you. And then you'll tell me. And there'll be conflicts and misunderstandings, but if we ignore the feelings, if we ignore the supposed importance of identity (I absolutely loathe identity politics of every kind, FYI) then maybe we can figure shit out quick enough to get something good done.
In any event, ultimately you made it impossible for me to speak in more concrete terms, by continuing to act out without regard to what I or anyone else told you was objectionable about that until the thread was locked. That sure shut me up. And you too, of course.
But here we are. Thank you.
Look, this isn't a courtroom, but let's pretend it is for a second. You've surely had cases in which you came to conclusions while building a case, conclusions that didn't quite add up. And so you looked at the evidence again, you sifted through a transcript with a fine comb, did some lateral thinking, and what do you know: You had missed this really important aspect all along. Please take another look at the locked thread. Take a look at everything I've ever said on this board, if you have the time (not much if you do). Pretend you're my defense attorney, and the only way I'll be acquitted is if you can prove beyond a reasonable doubt that I'm not only not guilty, but innocent. Not only an innocent man, but possibly an exculpatory witness for mankind in separate cases -- and you're one of the defendants in those cases, you're a man
too.
