antimisandry.com - Blogs http://antimisandry.com/blogs/ This is a discussion forum pertaining to misandry in our current culture and how it impacts society for the worse. en Thu, 17 May 2012 01:42:47 GMT vBulletin 60 http://antimisandry.com/images/misc/rss.jpg antimisandry.com - Blogs http://antimisandry.com/blogs/ Hitting Out http://antimisandry.com/blogs/andy-man/hitting-out-547/ Tue, 15 May 2012 06:42:55 GMT I was fifteen years old and loved karate. It was the mid-1980s, and perhaps the most important time in my life.

About a year earlier, I'd seen the movie An Officer and a Gentlemen. Now, I ask you, what kid wouldn't want to do karate after watching that movie? I think the scene where teenage Zack gets beaten up by a Filipino gang did more to get young boys involved in martial arts than anything else at the time. It worked on me and I started attending a local karate club shortly after.

And it was a great thing, and over the next year or so, I actually became reasonably good at karate. I'm not sure whether I could have been very good, but what I lacked in some areas, I made up in others. I was keen and looked up to the instructor who ran the club. He was a strong male role model for me, and I would have followed his every instruction without question. If he had told me to jump off a cliff, I would have done so.

The painful truth was, however, that I grew up in a verbally abusive environment. My mother was neurotic and, it's kind of hard to say this, but an emotional bully. The phrase I would use to describe her, I guess, would be emotionally damaged.

So I spent a lot of time alone reading science books, programming computers and listening to classical music. I had a sister, but we but fought much of the time. And I had a dog—a black mongrel who had survived being shot, a road traffic accident and a coma. He was the best friend I ever had.

Getting involved in martial arts was an important break. But then one week, a sequence of events would have unfortunate consequences for me. These are memories I've not been back to for a very long time.

The club I attended practised the Shotokan style of karate, and during training sessions, we would often spar with a partner. It wasn't full contact and was pretty harmless. In one such session, however, I was tapped on the shoulder by a woman who had been sparring with someone else near to me. She told me that I had clipped her wrist with a kick, and I apologized to her. I thought nothing more of it at the time.

Later that week, another woman attended the club. She was in her forties perhaps. It was her first time at a martial arts club, and I found myself having to pair up with her for a sparring session. Looking back now, I can see that she didn't really want to learn karate. Perhaps she had been harmed in her past, but the only thing that woman wanted to do that night was to hit out at a male. And a fifteen year old boy would do.

She came at me with her face contorted in rage, swinging wild hook punches. Confused, I simply moved around and avoided contact with her. At the end of the session I went to shake her hand, which was the custom, but she walked off toward the instructor. A few seconds later, he called me over.

When I got there, I caught the end of the woman telling the instructor how I had hit her. It wasn't true, but I never got the chance say a word. Without, a second thought, the instructor turned to me and punched me in the stomach. He held back the blow, so the effect was more one of shock rather than physical harm. He said something about not hitting women and told me to get back in line. I just accepted my "punishment" because I didn't really understand what had just happened. I never saw her again any way.

The following week, I turned up for training at the club as usual. Part way through the session, I was told by the instructor to come to front where he had pulled out a table. He told me to get on it and do press ups, which I did but struggled because I was dripping sweat on to the smooth surface of the table, causing my feet to slide.

Next, he suggested that I spar with him. But this wasn't sparring, it was a public beating and I stood no chance.

Repeatedly, he punched me in the forehead and my legs would buckle each time. And each time he would drag me up by my hair and carry on.

I cried that night while cycling home. I was hurt and confused.

About a year or so later, I met the instructor in the street while walking home from school. I asked him why he had done that to me, and he explained that the woman who I had accidentally clipped with a kick the week earlier had complained that she had suffered a broken bone in her wrist. I hadn't known. That man had simply took it upon himself to teach me a lesson. He was arrogant and, I suppose, simply human.

At the time, I went back to the club a few times, but my heart was never in it after that and I soon stopped going. I switched from karate to running, fell back into solitary activities, and spent my evenings with computers, electronics, physics books and science fiction. People were too difficult, confusing and painful for me.

I had lost something important that night.


Andy Man
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KHALED SABER RIAD
Egypt,Alexandria city


Khaled_eng_alex@hotmail.com
+201068244535

Dear
I'am wrire you to ask your help to get my right to see my child,as you know it's the most basicrules ofhuman lawsand consistentwith theSwedishlaw so allmy hopeis to getmy rightto be with my child ,and as is well known theSwedish law number one in the world injustice, even it'swith foreignerslike me.
The story shortly is that I met a girl from stokohlem online and she came me in london where I was live in this time (1-10-2012),and we were planing to live together as we fall in love to each other or as I thought but after only 12 days and Unfortunately, without any real reason she decided to back to Stockholm and she told me that she will go back and we decided to go meet in egypt ,but after just one month in (10-11-2012)she told me that she is Pregnant and she can't leave sweden now after a while she sent me emailapologized me that she used me ,and I really during 8 month right now doing my best to make the realtion work out as you can see from all the emails in between, the emails and paperIattached here with some of our picture .
I end with very disappointed feeling ,alter on I sent her email asking to fix the situation and at least give me my right as a father to see and support our child than she told me that……
'''''''You have no place in my life and I don't understand what you are talking about when you say you need to be with your child. If you have a child somewhere it's not something I know about, so don't be a fool.'''''''
So by end of the nest moth she will give brith,so my hope that you will do the right thing to the child and I'am ready to do the Testmatchwith the child to prove I'am the father as long as I got to know from her that she telling the stae that she don't know the father to take financial support as also I know from her by emails that she have been in Prison and also she were Drugabuseand Addicted toalcohol and you can get sure from your source from my words over here so I asked also to prodact the child.
My information
Khaled Saber Riad,25 years old,student at alexandria university faculty of engineering
As my contactas it's showed up the emails .
]]> Khaled Ryad http://antimisandry.com/blogs/khaled-ryad/lost-my-child-ur-land-546/ How I Became Pen Pals With My Daughter http://antimisandry.com/blogs/quiact/how-i-became-pen-pals-my-daughter-545/ Mon, 14 May 2012 21:50:14 GMT In August of 2009, my wife of 20 years filed false claims against me of violently abusing her one unforgettable day that month. The restraining order... In August of 2009, my wife of 20 years filed false claims against me of violently abusing her one unforgettable day that month. The restraining order insanely issued against me due to these false claims remains in effect to this day, and likely will for quite some time. I remain homeless and unemployed due to this viscious act committed by my former spouse.Molly, my now ex wife, did this in order to acquire a tactical advantage in a divorce she clearly wants that I was completely unaware of until she filed this retraining order against me that prevents me from having any contact whatsoever with my daughter as well, whose name is Hayley. The pain from this particular strike against me is indescribable.My wife told her free army of legal professionals that she suspects that child abuse was happening by me against Hayley. This particular claim is far more absurd than the abuse claims Molly made about me, which included a claim by Molly that I tried to kill her one night.So of course, I ended up in jail in the first time of my 43 years soon after these false allegations were made against me by Molly.The second night I was in jail, I decided to write Hayley a letter.Now, writing Hayley fractures the restraining order falsely issued against me, since this is contacting Hayley in this manner. But since I was already in jail, I really was not concerned about breaking this abusive enforcement of psychotic laws now against me.As I wrote her that night, I was not the fun dad I usually am with Hayley due to my state of mind. However, I never wrote anything to Hayley indicating hatred or anger towards her mother, Molly. Nor did I, in my words to Hayley, debate her mother's false accusations against me.My undergrad is in child psychology, and I learned with my education that it is never a good idea to attack a parent in any way during a split of the parents, which is what is happening with our family right now. So I wrote to Hayley that I will always love her mother because her mother gave Hayley to me almost 12 years ago. This is the woman who put me in jail.I also wrote to Hayley that the destruction happening to our family right now is difficult to understand for both of us, but we should try and grasp this situation together in time. I told Hayley with my writing to her that I loved and missed her, and that I hoped she would write me back soon.I mailed this letter to her grandparent's house. These are Molly's parents, and are very wonderful people who have been married for more than 60 years. They understand the importance of a father in a child's life. I only mailed this letter to Hayley after trading my breakfast the next day in order to get a stamped envelope from another inmate.Hayley wrote me back soon afterwards, and I was thrilled beyond belief. Yet her letter understandably was cautious. She shared a bit with me about school and her friends. What really got me was the end of her letter to me: P.S. Daddy- everything is going to be OK, no matter what....I cried when I read this from her. She understands more than I fully realize about my own frame of mind, and what is happening to our family right now. I shed tears as I recall this that she wrote. She wrecked her father, and this is not the first time.So my next letter to Hayley was much more jovial than my initial letter to her:Dear Hayley....Hey, guess what? We are pen pals now.....YAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!Then I went on to tell her how cool she is. I discussed what she wanted to be for halloween. I effortlessly made her laugh what I wrote to her in this letter. The words I shared with Hayley came from my heart.Her next letter to me was much more upbeat. She was thrilled that we were pen pals now. She expressed clearly how happy she was that she was getting mail from her daddy now. This made me comforted greatly. I was at peace with her emotional and mental state now.The next letter composed by me to Hayley was apparently as enjoyable to her as she read this. The letter included beautiful drawings from Tommy, my cell mate in jail. Hayley put the drawings by Tommy that I mailed to her on her school locker walls, she told me in her writing to me afterwards.Tommy, my cell mate artist during that time, is a 22 year old homeless guy who was in jail for assault on another adult. He had been homeless for much of his life. And Tommy did have anger issues. It took me about 2 weeks to gain his trust. Once this happened, I discussed with Tommy more benign outlets for his anger urges, and the importance of thinking before acting. Tommy also has done illegal drugs, so we discussed the impact of such drugs on his health and behavior.I'm in jail with Tommy due to accusations that I'm a violent person- accusations against my wife from my wife. Yet I'm doing anger management with guys like Tommy. Irony and surrealism were banging on my cell door with this reality at the time.My family is destroyed. My family is gone. I have to learn to live with this. Yet this dialogue with Hayley is a very positive element to what is happening to our family. I was able to achieve and create joy simply by establishing a pen pal relationship with Hayley. It has been said that great humor has an apex of great pain. I understand this more clearly now.As I was released from jail, I was told never to write my daughter again. This violates the restraining order, the judge told me. I'm still in shock by this order to me by the judge via my wife's free prosecutor. I create joy in the middle of great pain, and I'm told to discontinue creating such joy.It's now been almost two years since I was wrongfully incarcerated.All tangible assets I did have were acquired and often sold by my now ex wife. Personal items of great value to me are now gone, due to my ex wife. Everything is just gone.I remain homeless and unfortuantely unemployed.For over two years, after my ex wife did this to me, I hand wrote my daughter at least once a week, and sent her money, when I could. Rarely did she ever write me back, but I still continued to write her. Presently, my daughter has a lot of hatred and anger towards me, and does not want to hear from me at all.Because this family law system that exists unfortuantely worldwide is unacceptable. I'm was essentially punished for loving my daughter. I'm was and am punished for assuring the well being of my daughter Hayley mentally and emotionally.These are the laws that exist in our country, and they must be discontinued. ]]> quiact http://antimisandry.com/blogs/quiact/how-i-became-pen-pals-my-daughter-545/ Living In My Car After False Domestic Violence Charges http://antimisandry.com/blogs/quiact/living-my-car-after-false-domestic-violence-charges-544/ Mon, 14 May 2012 21:44:06 GMT ATLANTA- A year ago, after 20 years of marriage, my ex-wife falsely accused me of striking her. I didn't touch her.

As a result of her lie, I have experienced arrest, incarceration, conviction, and loss of freedom. I am penniless and lived in my car for three months. I ate out of trash cans.

I now have temporary accommodation courtesy of a Veteran's Administration program for homeless men. I am 44-years-old.

I had made good money as a pharmaceutical salesman for companies such as Merck, Pfizer and Novartis. But I had been laid off and depressed for a year.

The night my former wife falsely accused me of violent crimes, she took my daughter and moved in with a girlfriend, who also had falsely accused her own husband a few years ago. I'm convinced they planned this together.

She filed a restraining order against me and I had two minutes to get out of my home. When I tried to retrieve a pair of shoes from my wife's SUV, I was arrested and spent 41 days in jail. While I was in jail, she sold our $250,000 house and captured all our joint assets. I had paid $30,000 of the down payment for that house.

I've been denied access to my 12-year-old-daughter entirely. The pain of this particular injury is indescribable.

My primary concern is the safety and well-being of my daughter. In fact, men typically do not leave an abusive relationship because they often fear for their children's safety. I raised my daughter. My wife never participated.

GENDER BIAS

Gender biased stereotypes have ultimately placed me at the mercy of our pathetic family law system who absolutely know nothing about me. They do not care to know me.

The following was retrieved from www.mediaradar.org, '50 Domestic Violence Myths':

1. Women are just as likely as men to engage in partner aggression, according to hundreds of studies. Partner violence, if it happens, is often mutual. Self defense accounts for only fifteen percent or so of partner aggression.

2. Less than five percent of domestic violence incidents involve couples in an intact marital relationship, such as mine was. Studies show marriage is clearly the safest partner relationship. In fact, most cases of family conflict do not involve physical violence at all. Mine never did.

3. I have a restraining order against me now. Over 2/3 of restraining orders issued are determined to be either unnecessary or false. Also, these orders do not prevent future violence from happening.

In fact, restraining orders may encourage violence.

Also, if I attempt to reconcile, I will get arrested. If I send my daughter a birthday card, I will be in jail. I've not spoken with or seen my wife or daughter in over two months now. Yet I've been arrested often during this time.

There is overt gender bias in the family law system. For example, if a man kills his wife, he will get about 20 years in prison, as he should. However, if a woman kills her husband, she will get about 5 years in prison.

Also, in divorce court, women are granted sole custody of their children about 65 percent of the time. There is in fact a frightening fatherhood crisis in our country. All modesty aside, as a dad, I completely rock out loud.

I'm a victim of domestic abuse myself. I suffered over a decade of brutal physical and emotional child abuse that you likely do not want to know about.

Meanwhile, I suggest that others stay out of this system. Resolve your disputes through negotiation. Do not share your dirty laundry with these anti-family law enforcers. Do not fight for your rights in a courtroom. By that time, it is too late.

I'm presently losing this battle, but I continue to stand up after I've been slammed to the ground several times. I'll stand up again.

I'm not angry or hateful about what is happening to me- this surreal nightmare that has manifested into a bizarre reality. I will not lower myself to be this way ever. And I will also never live in fear as a result of what is happening to me. If I do become fearful, I will lose this fight completely. And this is a fight I cannot lose. I love my daughter way too much.

So likely I will be in jail again. This is just a fact about my life now. That's OK, though. Because some battles need to be fought, and the results can lead to suffering.

So I fight.

Dan Abshear <quiact@gmail.com> ]]> quiact http://antimisandry.com/blogs/quiact/living-my-car-after-false-domestic-violence-charges-544/ School Asked My Daughter If I Molested Her http://antimisandry.com/blogs/quiact/school-asked-my-daughter-if-i-molested-her-543/ Mon, 14 May 2012 21:42:11 GMT "I think the school staff were man-haters, and resented me because, as a doting father, I upset their prejudices. They thought incest was the only possible explanation for a father's love."








by Dan Abshear
(henrymakow.com)

In January 2007, staff at my eight-year-old daughter's public school in Missouri interrogated her for an hour to determine if I had molested her. There was absolutely no reason for them to do this.

I worked out of my home at the time and largely raised my daughter, while my now ex-wife worked. I had established rituals during her school days.
These included taking her to our favorite local doughnut shop in the morning and often bringing lunch to her at school.

During my visits to my daughter's school. I always found the teachers to be very warm and kind people.

However, the administrative staff were rather distant judging by their body language, and their unwillingness to interact with me. They were mostly middle-aged women.

On one unforgettable day, they interrogated my daughter for about an hour. When I picked her up, she was crying.

She said she was asked leading questions such as, "did your daddy ever touch you there? Do you think your daddy likes touching you there?" The answer to such questions was 'no,' of course.

I spoke with her for hours that night, which was difficult for me. In the days that followed, she did not appear permanently scared by that interrogation.

My daughter was completely unaware that parents were even capable of such acts described in graphic detail by school staff.

There was no evidence for these allegations. My daughter was and is a straight "A" student, and an incredibly balanced individual. What caused my daughter's school to make these outrageous charges and traumatize my daughter remains unknown to me this this day.

WIFE BRUSHES IT OFF

Her mother was unresponsive regarding these false allegations.

An expected reaction might have been one of shock and disbelief.
Instead she displayed apathy.

My then wife, who was in fact a radical feminist lesbian, and likely a psychopath, became good friends with the rather attractive female principal of this school in the following weeks.

Her behavior was the first red flag that she posed a danger to myself and my family.

I started to research the legalities and learned that schools get a lot of money from the government for prosecuting fathers like myself, regardless if he is guilty or innocent. I realized that I might go to prison if this situation were not resolved.

So I sent some legally threatening emails to the principal including a threat to sue the school district and contact the media. They dropped it and I continued to have lunch with my daughter at her school.

On one occasion, I returned home to find a police officer waiting for me.

The police officer told me to stop going to my daughter's school, because school staff told the police I had a 'threatening disposition'.

I stopped going. I think the school staff were man-haters, and resented me because, as a doting father, I upset their prejudices. They thought incest was the only possible explanation for a father's love.

UPDATE

Due to her mother implementing parental alienation, I've not see or spoken to my now 13-year-old daughter in almost two years now. On Father's Day, she sent me an email. (Excerpt:"My braces r off and my hairs long. I'm also 5'8 now!!!")

All things considered, she sounded really good. I continue to hand write Hayley once a week, and send her money when I can. Rarely does she write back, but I still continue to write her.

The email absolutely made my day, and decreased my sadness about the absence of my daughter, greatly. I suffer from chronic depression due to my daughter being gone from my life right now. ]]> quiact http://antimisandry.com/blogs/quiact/school-asked-my-daughter-if-i-molested-her-543/ My Thoughts, While Incarcerated http://antimisandry.com/blogs/quiact/my-thoughts-while-incarcerated-542/ Mon, 14 May 2012 21:38:01 GMT In the fall of 2009, I spent over a month in jail, for the first time in my life. To achieve some level of freedom, I wrote, and I wrote a lot. I... In the fall of 2009, I spent over a month in jail, for the first time in my life. To achieve some level of freedom, I wrote, and I wrote a lot. I composed over 20 thousand words while in jail.

Most of these words were letters to Jacki- a girl I dated 25 years ago, and who I lived with after my release from jail. The living arrangement with her lasted about 6 months.

While in jail, one’s mind becomes altered often. There is great misery, with little hope. My state of mind is reflected in what I wrote while there.The following are the letters I wrote to Jacki, while in jail:

Week one-

I’m starting to get comfortable here, and this frightens me a bit. It’s just that I’m powerless at this point about progressing my case that resulted in me being here now. I have a court date on October 15th, and I will ask to speak on my own behalf to the judge as well as the prosecutor so I can negotiate with them about my situation. I’m very anxious to start my life again. I will do this as I recover from the rauma inflicted upon me, and as I miss my dear Hayley. Both cause me to experience severe intrinsic, and silent, pain.

This is nothing short of unimaginable hell, as this pain I feel is indescribable- it is in fact worse than any kind of chronic torture I can possibly conceive.

I was chatting with a deaf kid named William here in jail with me. We got here on the same day, and he needs a lawyer as well as me. William may be going to prison for theft.

I’m cutting out words from various magazines on this Friday night to use when I write Hayley the next time. These letters that she and I are doing back and forth are really making me very happy in the midst of great misery.

It’s Saturday morning now, and I just got off the phone with you. I’ll be thinking of your voice all day, and for the days to come. Do not worry about me, please. I can and do take care of myself. Jail is jail. It is not suppose to be enjoyable.

I’ve told my story to more than one here in jail about the circumstances of my divorce. They were surprised at the lack of retaliation for injuries perceived or otherwise.

Many are violent here, of course. This explains why law enforcement dudes automatically presumed that I was violent. Violent because of those who are my fellow inmates now. Many are very mean.

We finally got to go to the library today here in jail. I got some magazines. No dirty magazines here, I’m sorry to say. There is also a law library here in jail, and I’ll request to go to this library soon.

It’s Saturday night, and I called a friend of mine from high school a moment ago. I asked him to contact our other friends from high school to try and get me a legal agent. he and these other friends have had legal issues in the past of their own, and they know legal agents as a result.

I’ll not be able to mail this letter to you till Tuesday. This gives me two full days to continue to write to you, and revise what I write. I tend to do this often.

I’ve felt a need tonight to hold Molly (my ex-wife) and my daughter Hayley, and cry with them. This hate that has infected Molly needs to be treated in such a way. It needs to be cured by love.

I’ll never have my family back again, and I have to learn to live with this. But I’m compelled to fight evil such as this in my life now whenever I possibly can. Always. It hurts.

It’s Sunday morning here in jail, and I just shared some candy with other inmates. This elevated my popularity greatly, cause I really do not fit in here with them, overall.

Justin takes a particular interest with you here in jail, as I speak of you to him often. He is a 25 year old good looking guy, and he is a new dad. His son was born as he is in jail with me.

He witnessed me illuminate when I first heard from you here in jail. And I showed him letters you sent me that I wrote to you way over 20 years ago, which I find incredible, what I wrote.

Week Two:

The following is a continuation of notes I composed to another while wrongfully imprisoned recently:

“Serenity, beauty, and freedom. It only took me 42 years to find all of these things.”

To do drugs here, the inmates on occasion swallow balloons containing such drugs, and these drugs are, well, retrieved, at a later time. To smoke pot, the inmate wraps the pot in bible paper. Cigarettes can and have been placed directly into the rectum- just so you know. Of course, aside from coffee, I’ve done no other drugs while in jail.

Having sex with my ex wife was like trying constantly to copulate with death. I attempted to reproduce with progressive atrophy through amplified apoptosis, so it seems.

It’s Thursday, and it is very rainy outside here now. It is very pretty watching this rain fall over the Mississippi river.

I’ve been in jail for exactly one month today. And I’m so ready to get the f*** out of here.

This is my all time nadir, I think. Y ou are in fact the elixir of my present state- you are the panacea for removing my ego and confidence from the purgatory of their present residence in the transcendental intensive care unit. It was kismet when our mutual friend Ryan drove me to Marietta, where I met you for the first time.

The inmates watch, “Jerry Springer” on TV before lunch here in jail. What a dumb-ass show. Our society is clearly warped. It’s quite sad.

Just got your letter from Monday. I’m fighting this restraining order against me by being in jail right now. My love for Hayley continues to fuel me.

With the letters I write to Hayley, I send them to Molly’s parent’s house. I do not have an address directly for Hayley now. Molly’s parents are wonderful people, and will likely insist that Hayley read what I write her. And it is also likely her mother is opposed to this, but f*** her, quite frankly.

The words I read from Hayley here- they are great. There is energy, joy and happiness in the words Hayley writes to me now. This bond I now have resurrected between Hayley and I was against all odds.

I f****** did it, Jacki. Not too many 11 year old children from similar situations would be able to express such joy generated from their father. I’m glad I created and allowed this to occur.

I’m homeless at the age of 43. I was very much middle class just a few years ago. The trip from a limousine to a ditch is a very short trip.

Thanks for knowing and acknowledging that I care about you. And thanks for forgiving me when I have shared words with you that I did not mean.

I can always get in the mood to write, but the writing is always much more exploratory when I’m altered, as the case here in jail. It’s like drunk-dialing, in a way.

Keep writing me, Jacki. I love your words.

Week Three:

The following is a continuation of notes I composed to another while wrongfully imprisoned recently:

I should really see you soon now that my mind is clear. If I do, I should really stay perhaps with your mother. This will truly test my endurance as well as my stamina, I believe. I’ll be her slave, if she allows me to stay there.

I’m very glad I’m off of drugs of any kind now. It’s been close to two months since I’ve taken my prescribed medications. My last refill I got was the day my ex wife Molly filed a restraining order against me.

So I got these prescriptions filled, and then I took over 100 pills of speed and tranquilizers within five days after that refill. At this time I was intentionally over-dosing myself, I really did not wish to live anymore. I’m thankfully no longer in that frame of mind. Suicide attempts seem to sneak up on me.

I did not notice the brutal withdrawals as I’ve had in the past when getting of these particular drugs prescribed to me. This is due to the hell I’m going through now masking such symptoms.

It is very cool writing you like this again. If I recall correctly, the last time you wrote me in the year 1988, you were understandably pissed at me. So the letter I recently received from you here in jail was pleasantly refreshing.

I’m sorry most recently for those times when I’ve snapped at you with what I’ve wrote to you when I’ve not been in jail, Jacki. I ask that you forgive me. I do care about you a great deal.

My heart remains full of love right now, yet this love no longer runs smoothly within my heart. I am channeling this love to Hayley. I believe this is effective, and is working to benefit Hayley, as well as myself.

I wonder at times here in jail if I will ever marry or become a father again. Presently, I do not have a desire to do either. I was married for 20 years, and I have a beautiful daughter right now.

To initiate a sequel to my life so far just seems so wrong right now on many levels. This concept therefore seems very foreign to me presently. I believe I’ll achieve happiness and peace any way my life may progress.

Week Four:

The following is a continuation of notes I composed to another while wrongfully imprisoned recently:

Thanks for sending me that quotation from Clint Eastwood recently. I’ve actually had another quote in my mind lately by Tyler Durden in the very well-written movie, “Fight Club”: “You must lose everything in order to be free to do anything.” Indeed. I in fact and remarkably feel very free right now as I reside in jail. I’m void of fear.

By the way, your handwriting is as gorgeous as you are- and almost as perfect. You are rather talented.

Jail isn’t too bad, really. I’ve always believed that we are all imprisoned in various ways- in one way or another. Jail simply actualizes our reality, perhaps. Man, am I deep, or what? I’ve traded a terrible marriage for a very welcome philosophy.

Of course, you are the only girl I write to while I’m in jail. I did send my ex girlfriend Janice a four page letter last week. She likely will not reply to me, I’m sure. I trust you will continue to write me for the rest of your life.

Hayley wrote me in jail a couple of weeks ago after I wrote to her immediately after I got here. Not seeing Hayley or speaking with her is clearly a new experience in pain for me. I cry, and these tears are welcome. I did write Hayley back afterwards, and I’m sure the words I wrote to her will give her happiness.

So when we enter jail, we are not allowed to bring any possessions of any kind inside with us- such as addresses of others, or their phone numbers. We are not even allowed to bring such benign items as, say, machine guns.

So again, I’m glad you found me here, and continue to write me. Your words help me greatly tolerate my environment as I’m imprisoned.

Speaking with you on the phone on occasion combined with your letters to me greatly mend my depression. You are that much more in my soul now. I feel I owe you big time. Whatever you may want in the future from me, you shall have. You share my madness with me now.

Please get me a new wife as soon as you can, if you will not marry me yourself. There must be a catalog or something for this that I seek. Or perhaps you could call for me one of those ‘free’ phone numbers, such as 1-800-976-BABE.


I could get hit by a bus today. I might as well love the people I love, and take as many risks as possible. —- Malin Akerman.

Changing the world. That’s what I plan on doing with my future. —- Tristan Wilds.

I finally got some more paper to write on here in jail, as well as some stamped envelopes, coffee, crackers, and other items to eat this afternoon. I mailed you a very long letter that you may get this weekend from me. All mail I send you will go to your work address.

I still do not know when exactly I will leave jail. I do not have a set court date right now for these violations of law that are fictitious. I wrote my probation officer today as well to continue to ensure her support, and asked for her help in possibly getting me released from jail.

So I’ve done all I can do right now. I’ll be in jail for an entire month next week. I’m at the mercy of those who have imprisoned me.

While I’d rather be someplace else besides jail, I actually feel pretty good. I’m completely detoxified, and this is a very good thing. I’m also motivated to re-invigorate my life. And I will do this once I am free.

I do not believe that I’ll ever be able to fully mend what may be permanent damage from the trauma of my divorce. Any attempts by me to repair such damage will likely land me in jail once again. I’m still striving to maintain my daughter Hayley’s emotional and mental state, however. The family law system in this country is more damaging to families than I could possibly have imagined.

When hostility replaces intimacy, society is in a clear state of apathy. So I feel I need to leave the state of Missouri as soon as I can. For one thing, I’m too compelled to fix this damage. Yet jail is not where I wish to be.

Week Five:

As I’ve mentioned in the past, when one is a guest in jail as an inmate, their mind becomes altered often due to a toxic combination of hope and misery. We as inmates all react to this alteration that occurs in different ways.

In my case, I regressed often. I regressed back to my high school days, and my first love, who was a girl named Janice. As a result, I composed the following while in jail some time ago:

I remember my first night in jail. I spent this night in a holding unit after spending hours in booking.

I remember laughing in the booking area with others due to a drunk there mumbling things half asleep. I had no fear then, nor do I now.

As I slept in this holding unit, I dreamed somehow about the love I felt deeply for my first love, a girl named Janice. What I felt in this dream was incredibly pure, and as peaceful as I imagine death to be.

Such a feeling has been largely absent in my life during the course of my previous marriage in particular. I believe this is why I dreamed so wonderfully that night in jail. It filled a great void within me, this dream.

That, and this holding unit reminded me greatly of boot camp in many ways that I experienced at the age of 18. Janice was very much in my life then- when I left her to go in the military.

So with Janice, my first and only true love, she is friends with the girl next door when i grew up, whose name is Missy. I had a huge crush on Missy when I was in my early teen years. Missy was my first real crush on a girl.

So Missy’s friend Janice found me attractive. I found Janice pretty, but rather plain. My skills at judging women were premature at this stage in my life. It turns out that Janice is far from plain- she is rather exceptional in many ways.

Janice and I were very much in love with each other between the years of 1983 and 1984- a bit longer in my case. We actually lost our virginity to each other during this time in the back of her pea green 1973 Chevy Impala one summer night in the year 1983.

After I graduated high school in the year 1984, I decided I needed to improve myself greatly- for Janice. So I joined the Navy as a medic. I’ve always had an interest in helping others, and in medicine. This passion remains alive within me to this day.

Our relationship ended as many do at our young ages at the time soon after I left for the military. I’ve never forgotten about Janice- and I still think of her daily. She married the same year I did in 1990. She had two daughters with her husband before they divorced in the year 1998.

It was great being in love with Janice. I would re-live this great and joyful pain of such love in a New York minute. Even this pain was quite devastating at times, I would always strive to see and visit with Janice whenever I could, and whenever she would allow me to do so.

I wished to hold her. So when I was fortunate enough to see Janice, I’d experience the most welcome pain in my heart- as it would really stop when I’d first catch sight of Janice during those years after our break up in 1984.

I’d hold Janice, and I would pray to the romantic Gods that seconds would manifest into minutes. So I would hold and hug Janice as long as I was allowed to do so. I would close my eyes as I would completely absorb her as I held her. I would never trade this pain I continue to feel within me.

Not long ago, when I was making a lot of money, I’d visit Janice at her home a few times a month- and we would talk into the late hours of the night. this was after Janice divorced her husband. I never got intimate with Janice this year or so I did this- did these visits with her.

I enjoyed the harmless time with Janice. Also, at times, I’d try and financially help Janice and her daughters- when she would allow me to do this. Janice was a schoolteacher, and did not make a lot of money. I did not mind helping her in this way at all. I considered myself rather wealthy at the time.

Janice finally re-married to a fairly decent guy, and she moved to Erie, PA 4 years ago. By chance, I saw her at a store only the day before she moved. That was the last time I saw Janice. I did however speak with her on the phone only months ago. Like I said, she is always in my thoughts.

Week Six:

The following is a continuation of notes I composed to another while wrongfully imprisoned recently:

Recently, I met a black guy here with a tattoo of the staff of Aesculapius on his forearm. This is a medical symbol, and it turns out he got this tattoo in honor if his father, who was a medic in the Vietnam war.

I’m watching, ‘Funniest Home Videos’, with other inmates at this time. This show is also rather unfortunate, but not as bad as, ‘The Jerry Springer Show’. We fortunately do watch, “The Simpsons”, daily here.

This is a good thing, compared to the other dumb ass mind-numbing shows on TV here that most inmates choose to watch. I watch television rarely- here in jail or anyplace else.

I continue to offer diagnoses to other inmates here in jail. There are more tinea versicolor cases in my unit in jail. These are typical fungal skin infections. Another inmate had a lipoma on his neck- which is a fat cyst. Another guy has gynecomastia. Other cases were atopic dermatitis with unknown etiology.

Back to the rashes here in jail: The inmates are overly concerned about minor medical issues such as these. The inmates can in fact order tolnaftate and hydrocortisone on their own.

Yet most if not all inmates do not know about these topical creams, and that these creams will successfully treat most rashes acquired by jail inmates. So I have educated them on these treatment options, and may give a class on the various medicinal products inmates can order, and how they may benefit them.

There are many chronically poor people in jail. They trip out a bit when I tell them I was once a corporate executive for an entire decade. They wonder what the f*** I’m doing here in jail. So do I.

They also think the world of me if I happen to share small items with them- such as candy or coffee. Cause in jail, you never share with other inmates. I mean, if you do this, you are being perhaps nice and kind. This could ironically get your ass kicked often.

There is a very nice black guy here in jail with me named Courtney. I noticed deep scars on his back one day. He was slashed several times in downtown St. Louis not long ago. And yet he still is a kind guy. That is character

My marriage served a needed purpose. My daughter Hayley was conceived and born. I completely raised Hayley with all of my love for most of her life. So mission completed with tremendous joy.

I finally got some needed sleep last night here in jail. My emotions were greatly elevated yesterday due to lack of sleep, and I found myself greatly depressed as a result. Today is much better.

It is Columbus day today. I’m pissed, because aside from the meals here in jail, there is not much to look forward to this day. There will be no mail received by inmates today.

I somehow sprained my right knee since I’ve been in jail. It’s a medial meniscus tear- and feels like a first or second degree sprain. I need to brace this knee for about a week so it can heal. In jail, we actually sleep on steel with a very thin covering. This may somehow be the cause of my sprain.

It’s pretty outside here for October. The leaves are starting to change.

Jacki- please do not worry about me. I felt that you were concerned as I read your words to me in a recent letter. I’m not suffering, and I know why I am here in jail. It is a battle I needed to fight. I do not pick my battles. I fight those that need to be fought.

I look outside the small window in my cell in jail, and I see free people. This sucks out loud. I also see a great father and his child right now. This is going to be a long f****** day, I can tell already.

For breakfast, we had hard-boiled eggs here. As I ate these eggs, I could not help but to think of the movie, “Cool Hand Luke.”

Usually, I crash here in jail well after midnight. A small breakfast is served after I sleep for these few hours. Then, I basically read and write till lunch arrives here at noon. Dinner is at 5 p.m.

Mail gets here about 8 p.m. Then the same day is lived in the days that follow. Laundry arrives fresh on Mondays and Thursdays here in jail. We as inmates are allowed to buy and order treats and such on Sundays. These items are then delivered to us on Wednesdays.

I am so lonely. ]]> quiact http://antimisandry.com/blogs/quiact/my-thoughts-while-incarcerated-542/ My New And Final Life Partner, I Met Online http://antimisandry.com/blogs/quiact/my-new-final-life-partner-i-met-online-541/ Mon, 14 May 2012 21:35:54 GMT Social network sites can bring people together, who likely would have normally not met. Often, these relationships can be meaningful, and beneficial... Social network sites can bring people together, who likely would have normally not met. Often, these relationships can be meaningful, and beneficial for those who form such relationships. Some of these relationships can and do become intimate. Marriages can happen, from two people meeting on a social networking site such as Facebook.

Last year, I began a conversation with a girl I had never actually spoken with on the facebook site. We ended up chatting to each other either on this site or speaking on the phone in these past few months- daily, and often. By sharing words with each other, a solid trust has formed between us, that continues to this day.

A few months ago, this girl and I actually met, and we spent the weekend together. She drove a few hundred miles, to finally meet me. This was quite brave of her, considering I could of been a guy who would have harmed her, in some way. That is a risk we take, forming intimate relationships on social networking sites.

This weekend we spent together a few months ago ended up being one of the best weekends she and I had ever experienced, in our lives. We talked. We laughed. We made love. For 48 hours, we became one, this girl and I, during our weekend together, a few months ago.

I’m now in love, and we are engaged to be married, this girl and I.

Online relationships can work. These days, it’s often the only suitable method for seeking a life partner, or finding a life partner by chance, as she and I did. Myself, I live in a bad part of the city, so seeking a potentially intimate and meaningful relationship with a woman presently is very difficult, if not impossible.

With Carol, who is with me on pictures I’ve posted on facebook, I met her again on Facebook, and we started exchanging messages with each other for hours each day.

It’s necessary for both people to have some courage in order to progress with the relationship you intend to have, and hope for, on a social networking site. She was immediately open and honest with me, as I am with her still. We have enjoyed our words to each other, since day one.

Also, it’s necessary for each person to have some degree of faith, and to be largely absent of any cynicism and pessimism regarding any intimate relationship that may form. Carol and I both had very long marriages before we met, with people clearly not suitable for us, as individuals.

Any bitterness, regret, anger, or anxiety we had relating to our past relationships with intimate partners, we keep out of our own relationship, and this continues to this day.

Each person involved in an intimate relationship that may form on a social networking site must not have any paranoia about meeting a stranger in such a way. Again, we finally met a few months ago, Carol and I. And the weekend we spent together was entirely flawless, we feel. We have no fear or reservations about each other.

It helps if both people are extroverts, as she and I are, when forming an intimate relationship on a social networking site. This comfort we had and have towards each other is nothing like anything I had ever experienced in the past, with any other relationship I’ve had with anyone.

Because, like Carol, I began my relationship with her, free of any reservations about meeting a stranger. Also since day one, I do not judge Carol in any way, and she does not judge me. We simply enjoy each other, in a variety of ways.

We both have a very high degree of comfort with each other, due in large part to trusting each other. We made love almost immediately during our first weekend together, but the weekend was not about sex, a few months ago. The weekend was about enjoying each other’s company in person. She and I longed for this for months, before we actually met.

We spend most of our time together talking to each other, and laughing together, during this first weekend together. We were ourselves with each other during our weekend together, and it worked. We did not need to put on a different mask from who we really are, with each other.

I actually did propose to her, I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. I did this in less than 24 hours of actually meeting Carol.

That is how strong our feelings are for each other, in such a short period of time. Since we are both homeless right now, getting married any time soon will not happen.

Carol and I are about the same age, and both of us recently had our lives completely wrecked, which is why we are homeless. But, faith and hope is allowing us to continue with our relationship.

Our relationship is as real and powerful as any intimate relationship formed in traditional manners, such as meeting at a church or some other live social function. Or two people being introduced by family members or friends, possibly. Our union was born out of the exchange of words to each other, which is really all that matters.

Our physical attractiveness to each other helped facilitate our interest in each other, but the words we share with each other solidified the intensity of how we feel about each other. We will get married someday, and I do in fact love this girl as I have loved no other before her.

Today, I have moved closer to where Carol lives. I now see her live at least once a week. When I do see her in person, we, as we did our first weekend together, talk and laugh for hours. We still chat on facebook daily, and often. Be we are now very happy that our intimacy is more real, now that I live closer to her. We have hope, and that is always a good thing. ]]> quiact http://antimisandry.com/blogs/quiact/my-new-final-life-partner-i-met-online-541/ Living Life At Rock Bottom http://antimisandry.com/blogs/quiact/living-life-rock-bottom-540/ Mon, 14 May 2012 21:34:16 GMT As of today, I've been homeless for a bit over two and a half years.



Right after becoming homeless, I tried to stay with friends. But that never seemed to be a comfortable situation for me. Such friends did not understand how I became homeless, so my relationship with such friends was often fractured, I'm sad to say. Such friends also included former lovers. No situation staying with such friends ever worked. My stay with such friends was often brief, and unpleasant for me.



So, I began staying at a homeless shelter.- specifically, a shelter contracted by the veterans administration because, by definition, I am a homeless veteran. This meant I was living with several other people, at the same location. It's community living, and this is something I had not experienced since my days in the military.



For the past several months, I've been staying at a Salvation Army. The VA contracted a floor at this salvation army for homeless veterans who are recovering drug addicts. In addition to being homeless, I am also a recovering drug addict. This floor holds about 40 homeless veterans. It is a comfortable place to stay. At this location, the homeless veterans have three TVs, four refrigerators, two microwaves, two phones, and two computers.



In addition to the salvation army providing meals for us, we as homeless veterans also often have food stamps. We would often buy additional food for us to have where we lived, to supplement the meals provided to us where we stayed, with these food stamps. So, with many homeless veterans at this location, obesity was a problem.



This obesity experienced by many other veterans staying with me at the salvation army was not only due to the additional food available to these now overweight homeless veterans, but also due to the medication these veterans would often take, as prescribed to them by their VA psychiatrists, often. Such medications would often cause them to gain weight.



Many veterans I stay with at this salvation army were trying to get disability benefits, for mental illnesses. So, they would be diagnosed with various mental health disease states by their VA psychiatrists, and take these often toxic mediations, as prescribed to them. Whether or not such veterans actually had such mental illnesses is a topic of debate. Regardless, because they wanted mental health disability benefits, they would be diagnosed with a variety of mental health illnesses, and take often many drugs for these illnesses.



Usually, the TVs at the salvation army where we stayed were designated for specific reasons, by the veterans. One TV would be for those who wish to watch sports. Another TV would be dedicated to those veterans who wished to watch the news or TV shows. And another TV would be dedicated for those who wish to watch movies.



Often, the homeless veterans would get bootleg DVD movies. These would be movies currently playing in theatres would be acquired by some veterans, on DVD disks. Don't ask me how certain veterans acquired these movies, but it was nice watching current movies, where I stayed.



Myself, I never watched much TV, so I was on the computers at this location often. Many I stayed with at this salvation army were not very literate, so they did not utilize the computers available to us, at the salvation army. During the long days at the salvation army, I would look for jobs on these computers, and often help many other homeless veterans write whatever they may want written. This would include letters such veterans wanted to receive additional VA benefits, cover letters they wanted me to create for certain jobs they wanted, or letters to lawyers, often. I did not mind helping my fellow veterans, in this way.



Most homeless people, including homeless veterans, smoke. We call cigarettes squares, and acquiring cigarettes is often a main goal for us smokers, since most of us do not have any money on us at all. As a general rule, I'll ask for cigarettes from those homeless veterans who do have some sort of income, and smoke. And, if I happen to get some money and have cigarettes, I'll share these cigarettes with others. I've been known to find cigarette butts on the ground, and smoke those.



Making money as a homeless person is often difficult, because we, as homeless people, are often unemployable for a variety of reasons. Any money I've made as a homeless person has been untraceable, which is money paid to me under the table. Such jobs may include cleaning an athletic stadium. Or helping a political candidate get elected.



Such opportunities to work are rare, I'm sorry to say. With whatever money I may make doing such jobs, I often buy cigarettes, and cards and stamps, to write my girlfriend and daughter. Other homeless people use such small amounts of money to buy alcohol or other often illegal drugs. I choose to remain free from such substances, myself.



Many I stayed with at this salvation army were African American people. This was not a concern with me, because historically, I've gotten along with a wide variety of people, of different races. Most of these men I stayed with at this salvation army accepted me living with them there. I became friends with a few of these African American men. Some, however, seemed to dislike me due to my race. I understand this, in a way, especially with some of the older African American men I stay with, at this location. I imagine they were not treated so well, by those of my race, especially in their youth.



Many homeless veterans I stayed with at this salvation army spent a great deal of their lives incarcerated, often for drug offenses. By the way, if you are incarcerated for a felony drug offense, you do not receive food stamps. I still do not understand why those trying to recover are not entitled to food stamps.



With those imprisoned often for long periods of time especially, it appears this as a negative effect on their social functioning, I believe. Many former inmates do not trust others, easily. In time, such ex convicts learned to trust me. But initially, such people did not trust me or any others at all, at the salvation army. This is understandable, considering living often for years behind bars, with I imagine some very mean and evil people.



Some I stay with at the salvation army who have been locked up also seem to be very impatient, with a few having clear anger issues. Others talk all the time, and they are very loud. And then there are others who barely talk at all. They keep to themselves, always, those who rarely speak. Personally, I don't think isolation is very healthy for anyone.



However, and often, such ex convicts that I stayed with at this salvation army were very intelligent and kind people. Many ex convicts who are now my room mates were helpful to me, and I became friends with them, where we stayed. They fully realize, as I do, how they fucked up their lives in the past, and are, as I am, trying to improve their lives today.



I find some men I stay with to be very unique and amazing people. Some have a few college degrees, with one I know having a PhD. How they ended up here with me remains a mystery. Often, we as homeless people do not discuss how we actually became homelesss with other homeless people. Often, it takes just one event to make a person homeless. And for those of us who are homeless now who actually use to have many tangible possessions, it is in fact a very short distance from the limosuine to the ditch.



It is my belief that people are people. They are not black or white, nor are they free or imprisoned. Rather, they are human, and I treat them as such. I, as with may others I stayed with at this salvation army, do not judge others based on their past, because I was not them in their past, and I do not know the path they have walked, in their past. We are just trying to get back on our feet, in some way, after losing everything we may have had, often.



Each of us are on our own unique journey in life. Myself, I try and facilitate the journey of another whenever I'm allowed to do so, by such an individual. It is my belief that we are all in this thing we call life, together. ]]> quiact http://antimisandry.com/blogs/quiact/living-life-rock-bottom-540/ Thoughts Of A Recovering Drug Addict http://antimisandry.com/blogs/quiact/thoughts-recovering-drug-addict-539/ Mon, 14 May 2012 21:32:18 GMT My name is Dan Abshear, and I am a recovering drug addict. My substance abuse began with alcohol intake, in my early teens. My mother used to... My name is Dan Abshear, and I am a recovering drug addict.

My substance abuse began with alcohol intake, in my early teens. My mother used to insist me and my older teen brother, also a young teenager, party with her, by getting drunk with her.

My mother would give alcohol to us, and my older brother's many young teenage friends, often. This went on for years. My mother, by the way, should have gone to prision for this, as this is contributing to the delinquency of minors, which is a felony. But, thanks to lazy cops and apathetic neighbors, this never happened.

However,I blame myself for my alcohol addiction, and no other. Like many other recovering drug addicts, I have a very addictive personality. That personality contributed to my abuse of substances such as alcohol.

My drinking continued to be heavy until the age of 37 or so. It was then I broke my back, sleigh riding with my daughter. And it was then, a doctor prescribed me vicodin.

Vicodin is known as an opoid analgesic. Opiates have been abused and used by many, for thousands of years (http://redroom.com/member/dan-abshear/blog/the-euphoric-violet-delight). The effect vicodin had on me was amazing.

Because, at least in my case, vicodin not only takes care of physical pain, but emotional pain as well. The drug provided a much wanted and welcomed euphoria in my life.

For those of you who are familiar with the T.V. show, "House". This is what Dr. House abuses, throughout the show.

So, while on vicodin, I stopped drinking, and started exercising intensely. I was able to do this, because I was pain free on vicodin. In fact, I got in the best shape of my life, while I continuously consumed more and more vicodin.

But, within two years, I was a full blown opiate addict. My tolerance increased with that drug, rapidly, so it seemed. I was taking between 10 and 20 high dose tablets a day, at the height of my addiction to this drug.

And, the euphoria I initially experienced with vicodin also faded to the point where it was unnoticeable. But, I kept taking vicodin, because withdrawals were not welcome, when I did not have vicodin in my system.

So, in the year of 2004 now, and I'm at a doctor convention with work. For many years, I did pharmaceutical sales, for very large pharmaceutical corporations. I'm at work with a younger guy, who noticed the tiredness and boredom of myself, and a couple of others, at this convention. This younger guy had some adderall on him, and offered a tablet to me, and a couple of others at this meeting.

Adderall is basically long acting amphetamines, used to treat ADD and narcolepsy. I had heard of the drug before, but never chose to take it. But, since I was a vicodin addict at this point in my life, I thought I would give it a try, and took the adderall pill at that doctor convention.

The effects of adderall were amazing. That night, my mind was at maximum efficiency, I felt. I began to write, and I wrote all night. It was as if adderall awakened these dormant neurons in my brain. I absolutely loved this drug.

It also initially increased my sex drive. While I had a high sex drive already, adderall initially intensified my orgasms. That combined with what I preceived to be maximum cognitive efficiency, I had found a new drug to love.

As with vicodin, I began to increase my intake of adderall as tolerance developed, while high on this drug. Also, with my adderall use, I did not sleep. In time, I started to experience hallucinations.

So I went to my favorite doctor who had been prescribing vicodin and adderall to me, and asked him for some benzodiazapines, better known as tranquilizers.

Benzos, as they are called, work on the GABA inhibitors in the brain- the same area of the brain that is affected by alchohol intake. So while on benzos, not only did I sleep, but I felt like I was drunk on this drug, on this class of drugs, which I also ended up abusing aggressively, of course.

Memory loss was a problem at this point in my life, and benzos made my memory problems much worse.

I'd say, from the years 2006 to 2009, my life is a blur. I recall very little, during this period in my life. This is all do to my enormous drug intake, from these drugs in particular.

My lovely wife at the time wanted me high on drugs all the time. We had marital issues she did not want to address. While high on drugs, I did not address these rather significant issues in our marriage. Because while high on drugs, I stopped caring about anyone, or anything.

She wanted me that way, completely full of these drugs I ended up abusing so badly, so she would go to her own doctor, and get me these drugs I was addicted to quite badly. So, I was high all the time, the last 3 years of our marriage in particular. She finally ended our marriage, my wife at the time, in the year 2009, by falsely accusing me of violently abusing her.

The law was on her side, with her false accusations, because when she did falsely accuse me of violently abusing her, I was this unemployed drug addict. Little does the law know that when I was high on these drugs, I could barely move.

I became almost completely dysfuctional, as I existed with toxic levels of the drugs vicodin, adderal, and the benzodiazapine. So abusing anyone was almost impossible, due to my toxic state, with all of these drugs in my system, almost constantly.

I also became isolated. I did not socialize with live people often. I'd just hang out at my house all day, and pop pills. The last year of my drug addiction, I was not the father to my daughter, I had been the years before this one.

Of all the destruction that has happened in my life due to my drug addiction, failing my daughter as a father the last year I was with her, will pain me for the rest of my life.

When my drug addiction finally ended, I was abusing vicodin, adderall, and a benzodiazapine, washing those pills down with about a case of beer a day. I re-acquired my alcohol intake, when vicodin stopped working for me. I was a complete train wreck, when I stopped abusing drugs, and I was also impotent, at times.

I entered drug rehab in the Spring of 2010, and I've never been compelled to use again. I was well aware I was a drug addict, when I was using these drugs Ive mentioned to you. But, I reached a point during my drug addiction where I was afraid I'd never be able to stop taking these drugs.

My addiction to them was that intense. I thought I'd be a full blown drug addict for the rest of my life. So once I stopped abusing these drugs, I never wanted to take them, ever again. And I don't miss the high from these drugs, either. I get high from other things in life now, instead of poisioning myself.

My health is remarkably well, considering what I abused for so long. There is no physical damage, from these drugs I took. Any damage I did to my brain from these drugs has been repaired, I believe.

Adderall, Vicodin, alcohol, and whatever benzodiazapine I could get my hands on- I don't miss you one bit. My experience with you was enjoyable and regrettable at the same time. You made me more aware, but you also almost kiiled me. You should not exist, but you do, and that saddens me, because that means you are harming many others now. It is my hope you are not used, by anyone, ever. ]]> quiact http://antimisandry.com/blogs/quiact/thoughts-recovering-drug-addict-539/ <![CDATA[Canada's only men's DV shelter may close due to lack of funding]]> http://antimisandry.com/blogs/earl-silverman/canadas-only-mens-dv-shelter-may-close-due-lack-funding-538/ Wed, 09 May 2012 19:38:34 GMT *NCFM Calgary Liaison Earl Silver’s shelter for abused men faces closure* Earl Silverman, founder of the Men’s Alternative Safe House (MASH... NCFM Calgary Liaison Earl Silver’s shelter for abused men faces closure


Earl Silverman, founder of the Men’s Alternative Safe House (MASH 4077), says the shelter for men who have been abused by women is set to close because of a lack of funding and government support.
It was supposed to help address a veneered problem in our community, but Earl Silverman, founder of the Men’s Alternative Safe House (MASH 4077) in Calgary, says the city’s only shelter for men who have been abused by women will soon shut its doors for good.
“If I don’t have a influx of money in four to six months it’s closed,” Silverman says.
According to Statistics Canada’s recent Family Violence in Canada profile, self-reported acts of spousal violence were almost equal between men and women nationwide. In Alberta, eight percent of women in relationships reported some type of spousal abuse in the past five years, whereas six percent of men had reported domestic violence during the same period. However, women were about three times more likely to be victims of spousal homicide than men.
Silverman, who was once a victim of female perpetrated domestic abuse, says he had hoped MASH would bring light to the fact almost half of all family violence victims in Canada are “under-served,” but social stigmas run deep. “To recognize that a man is a victim is to recognize that a woman perpetrated it, and society is not open to that possibility,” he says.
In the two years since MASH opened, Silverman claims more than 30 men (some with children) have been helped at his shelter. MASH receives no government funding; Silverman and a business partner have been funding the operation out of their own pockets and with the help of a few private donations.
Silverman says his partner is moving on to other endeavours and he’s currently unemployed, making the increasing financial strain to keep MASH going unmanageable. He says he’s tried to get provincial funding for MASH more than six times but the process is unproductive and each time the government tells him there’s “no demonstrated need” for a men’s shelter in Calgary.
Christina Bruce, spokesperson with Alberta Human Services says the provincial government has made a continued effort to help male victims of domestic violence and that many public resources, including family abuse shelters, are available to men.
PLEASE CONTACT EARL, SEND HIM SOME MONEY, HELP HIM KEEP OPEN THE ONLY SHELTER FOR ABUSED MEN IN CANADA


NCFM Calgary Liaison Earl Silver’s shelter for abused men faces closure | National Coalition For Men (NCFM) ]]> Earl Silverman http://antimisandry.com/blogs/earl-silverman/canadas-only-mens-dv-shelter-may-close-due-lack-funding-538/ A real Man http://antimisandry.com/blogs/nikonian/real-man-537/ Wed, 09 May 2012 17:59:22 GMT In this day and age there are few absolutes. Out of the millions of things that have no exact definition, the idea of masculinity is one of the most... In this day and age there are few absolutes. Out of the millions of things that have no exact definition, the idea of masculinity is one of the most muddled set of ideas in world culture. While feminism has garnered a negative, macho, violent image to put on the male identity, many still question the idea.

The lack of identity not only confuses many males, but puts them into a box of conformity. Namely the adjustment of ones desires to fit the desires of those who decide whether you are a real man or not (females, supervisors, the government)...

And then there are the lists. Created by women and other men to box adult maleness into an idea. Askmen.com seems to be a whole site dedicated to fitting men into different boxes so that they are more "successful" in this society. Everybody desires to define the "Real Man" as there is no definition. One never sees a list trying to define a "real woman" as they probably don't exist.

Women are not required to conform and be controlled as men are. They are encouraged to go out and be a man for a day, then be a child, then a woman. Femininity is defined mainly as free, fun, good. Women are often alleviated from responsibility for this reason. They can pick a fight with a man as if they are a man and cower down and become a "woman" to get other men to clean up the mess. While a generalization it plays true more than often with many if not the majority of women.

Masculinity in contrast is defined for conformity. If a man doesn't conform, he is deadbeat, lazy, ill-responsible, disrespectful, etc. It is taboo to debate(and often disagree) with females or supervisors even when the man (average guy) is more knowledgeable on the topic. This conformity isn't excluded to conversation but to many if not most aspects of a male's life.

Real men don't wear shorts (you look like a boy), real men don't keep change in a coffee can, they shave but not so close that they don't have whiskers, they don't drive a van, they always pay, never say no, never complain about a problem, etc. The amount of frivolous demands for men to conform is endless... So why are people, and specifically women trying to make men conform? It is to make them social slaves.

While the claim seems a bit outlandish, look at the evidence. Men are considered much more disposable than women in modern society across the board. Most men are pawns in the game of war, and drones in time of peace serving companies and their wives. In the home, the woman is usually the one to manage the money, look and feel of the house, and the children. Men are limited to home repair, killing bugs, taking out the trash (the more dangerous house jobs). Often the man isn't allowed to contribute to anything else in the house due to the incompetence the women perceives he has. Popular media reinforces these ideas in adverts and through television shows. Men need to be trained up by their superior wives, girlfriends, daughters, and female coworkers/supervisors.

Social slavery is being pushed on men mainly to override a very masculine trait. The desire to be free. Man is often happiest when free and will do almost anything to gain that freedom even if it doesn't exist. A free man cannot be controlled or forced to act on somebody else's behalf. To override the will to be free, society (media especially), use the other main strong male desire to fight against the first. The will to reproduce...

The male desire to reproduce is something the society constantly pushes onto men as their primary goal. In addition the media has narrowed down that desire to specifically one part of the idea... sex! Female sexuality is flamboyantly displayed. Aside from the porn/sex industry almost every other industry has a level of sex involved in its advertising. Cars, alcohol, and even work-boots have a tie with sex. Putting the focus on sex minimizes the desire to be free...

In addition to minimizing the desire to be free, society is further and further trying to address the female desire to be safe. Now don't get me wrong, many women want to be free and many men want to be safe, but as a generalization it rings true. This safety culture put out by various governments counteracts the will to be free. One who is free, is responsible for their own safety and choices. One who is safe, has somebody else take the responsibility for maintaining their interaction with the unknown/danger and must do as their protector does in order to be safe. Since the feminist movement, there has been little progress on dealing with issues they claim to focus on, when compared to the safety laws that have been put in place in the US and many other countries. Progressive laws in particular, are made to "protect" one group or another.
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Safety is important to most men but not as important as freedom is. More and more men are waking up. Men want to be free, but before we can we need to define who we are. Men need to no longer swim in a swamp of male identity but define what men really are and stick with it. The men who have, are here, in the MRM. ]]> Nikonian http://antimisandry.com/blogs/nikonian/real-man-537/ <![CDATA[The great betrayal - part 1 - "The right"]]> http://antimisandry.com/blogs/fabrizio-napoleoni/great-betrayal-part-1-right-536/ Sat, 05 May 2012 07:29:47 GMT As someone might guess, we are in a gender war.
We didn't declared it, but we are in it. And this is the strangest war of history, because both genders are put against each others by the same actor, the feminism.
When communication fails and negotiation does not take place, conflict is then inevitable. That's the reason ambassadors are for, to negotiate conflicting interests by harmonizing different cultures and languages. And women and men are so beautifully different.

I feel the need to share with you few of my thoughts, on why we have issues in reneweing a social pact between the genders, why feminism is carrying men into the belief that women are betraying the current social pact and why women do not get it.

There are several components that contribute to this "great betrayal", but one stands above the others. It is the twisting of the language and in particular the improper handling of the most abused and yet unknown word, the noun "right".


THE RIGHT
People have a common belief that a right is something inherently "good". But this is not true.
This belief has also partially to deal with "linguistic" patterns (in many languages, such as English, the same word is used as an adjective to describe something which is "fair" or as oppostite to "wrong"), but the real reason we tend to nurture this "optimistic assumption" that once a right is "conquered" we get to better social conditions, comes from our habit to use this word as a description of collective interests.
When a group owns a right, all the individuals belonging to that group have the some benefits, at the same extent. Unfortunately we tend to drop the awareness that a "right" has inherently a price to be paid; if that price is not fairly shared among the group members, then this price must be paid by another social group (can be a race, an ethnic group, a country, and of course also a gender).

Indeed a "right" is simply the claim of an entitlement, by either an individual or a group, to a property, to a resource to the fulfillment of specific needs. Nothing more nothing less.

When someone states "it's my right" the meaning is "this resource is mine". And since in nature resources are limited, a right implies a conflict, ever, no exception.

So when someone claims a rights, is he/she/it prone to give something in exchange? Rarely, unless a negotiation is started.

The reason of this digression on the "right" will come clearer in next posts when I will address some practical examples of laws, norms, and why we have a gender conflict simply because we didn't communicated properly or because negotiation did not happen at all or the negotiation treaty has been thrown in the bin.

Before leaving, a basic principle:

"when someone claims a right, ever, and I mean ever, do ask who are the stakeholders; who gains, who pays" .
Do not be fooled by fairness, when someone claims a rights is not asking, that someone is pretending it, and soon or later will try to enforce it with violence. So be bold, ask it, explicitly and wihtout hesitation. It is your own "right" that is under threat. ]]> Fabrizio Napoleoni http://antimisandry.com/blogs/fabrizio-napoleoni/great-betrayal-part-1-right-536/ <![CDATA[a refreshing idea for solving the "male" issue]]> http://antimisandry.com/blogs/fabrizio-napoleoni/refreshing-idea-solving-male-issue-535/ Wed, 02 May 2012 22:04:32 GMT http://thefemitheist.blogspot.it/2012/04/allow-me-to-introduce-myself.html

All Men Should Be Castrated? - International "Castration Day"

Some Feminists have considered this as an option. It is highly controversial.


Allow me to introduce myself...


My name is Krista, otherwise known as "The Femitheist". I am a female, a feminist, and someone who believes strongly in True Equality.


Now, I will begin explaining this entry before I post the actual article... for your discussion, of course.


Women MUST and WILL have equality, and this is the ONLY way to achieve TRUE equality. The testicles of all males, which produce the majority of their testosterone, are the primary cause of their violent behavior. The testicles also attribute greatly to many of the health problems men experience later in life (such as prostate cancer and, of course, testicular cancer).


~:The Solution... International Castration Day.:~


It is my belief (which I consider factual based on my research) that all men SHOULD be castrated. Not only for their own safety, but for the safety of all innocent women and children.


And, to achieve this...


The entire world should have an international holiday known as: "Castration Day"


Males of all ages will be brought to the public squares of their cities nude, to stand together in a circle, as they await castration by a woman known as "The Castrator", who will be a woman chosen from the public much like a juror.


Girls of all ages will attend, lining the streets to cheer and applaud the males as they join the rest of civilized society.


It will be a free vacation for any working woman. And, young girls will be able to leave school to attend this glorious ceremony.


The males will then have one hour to get to know their Castrator. Their female "spouse" will also be able to choose whether or not they would like to milk the male in order to retain a sperm sample.


If the male is too young for a "spouse", their mother or closest female relative will decide.


After this, the men will be given anesthetics. They will be placed on a table, where their Castrator will then slice open their ball-sack, remove their testicles, and the excess skin, stitch them up and clean them up.


They will be given thirty minutes to rest after the procedure.


Once the males have all been castrated, they will be grouped together again for one last look before walking nude back to their homes.


The women will then return to their jobs, schools, et cetera, and rejoice in the completion of yet another successful ceremony.


Any man who tries to evade this holiday, "Castration Day", should be murdered wherever they
are found (treated as a criminal, as it will be a crime not to attend). Or, forced to attend.
Regardless of age.


Any woman who disagrees should be provided therapy in order to free her from misogynistic indoctrination.


This holiday should replace the day known currently as "Father's Day".


If this practice were adopted officially all across the world, all war, crime, and violence would end.


We would have a true Eutopia, where peace reigns, and men do only what they exist for...


Breed.


Labor.


SERVE.


Die.


Likewise, the change of their hormones would make them less aggressive, and thus less likely to rape. It would also provide them with better health throughout their life, as the testicles are a major cause of health issues in males as they age.


All will profit from this...



And, I believe this will come to be someday soon.


Thanks for your consideration! ]]> Fabrizio Napoleoni http://antimisandry.com/blogs/fabrizio-napoleoni/refreshing-idea-solving-male-issue-535/ Bobbit affair, 20 years later http://antimisandry.com/blogs/fabrizio-napoleoni/bobbit-affair-20-years-later-534/ Tue, 01 May 2012 05:26:41 GMT I searched on Italian google for "Bobbit".
For the few that do not know about this story, if any, John Bobbit had his penis cut with a knife by his wife that in front of the court claimed she did because he was selfish...

Well the third hit of my search was this,

La nuova Lorena Bobbit, a 15 anni di distanza

a retrospective view, 15 years later (written in 2008) on a blog run by an Italian feminist. It gives you a picture of where we stand:

Here the complete and literal English translation.

The funny and spicy facets of the story have been exploited, obscuring the drama of a woman lead to insanity due to long lasting phisical and psychic violence, that implied an abortion and several abuses.
The law declared her "not guilty for temporary menthal illness", and the same not guilty sentence for her husband John, who later had to face the American courts in several other occasions for abuses against other women.
The Bobbit case, was one of the first scandals that raised the awareness of public opinon on the issue of domestic violence and forced abortions, and Lorena, as you can imagine, became an hero of femist of that time.
Her life today has completely changed; she is a mother, a woam in love, a realized woman busy with social issues, that managed to leave behind her shoulders an incident that nagged her for a long time.
She leverages on her experience of a abused woman to help other women, that, likewise her, have been victim of domestic abuses. Her organization (Lorena Red Wagon) deals with collecting funds and providing assistance to women, because women should not encour in the same mistake she made: "do not make justice by your own" said in an interview "listen me, this is my reccomendation, do not make justice by your own, it is not right".
]]> Fabrizio Napoleoni http://antimisandry.com/blogs/fabrizio-napoleoni/bobbit-affair-20-years-later-534/ A male-feminist in the board, you should read this! http://antimisandry.com/blogs/fabrizio-napoleoni/male-feminist-board-you-should-read-533/ Tue, 01 May 2012 05:00:57 GMT By Nick Tate*PALM BEACH, Florida* | Mon Apr 30, 2012 10:29pm EDT (Reuters) - The boss of General Motors Co (GM.N... By Nick Tate
PALM BEACH, Florida | Mon Apr 30, 2012 10:29pm EDT

(Reuters) - The boss of General Motors Co (GM.N) said on Monday the automaker's most senior woman executive is one of his potential successors, adding that women deal with change better than men and GM still has a lot of changes to make since its 2009 bankruptcy and $50 billion government bailout.
GM Chief Executive Dan Akerson also said he did not know whether taxpayers would get their money back, though the automaker is generating record profits.
Akerson said it was critical for the world's largest automaker to boost the ranks of its top female executives.
He said Mary Barra, 50, the Detroit company's global product development chief overseeing a $15 billion operation, is a candidate to succeed him.
"I wouldn't be surprised if she were, but I wouldn't handicap it today and I think there are a good number of candidates," Akerson, 63, told a Wall Street Journal conference in Palm Beach, Florida, that discussed women in the economy.
"It's the board's job (to pick a replacement), not mine."
Akerson also said the U.S. Treasury, which still owns slightly more than a quarter of GM's outstanding stock, was not involved in decision making. "I know I've done things that have annoyed the U.S. Treasury."
Asked if taxpayers will get their money back, Akerson replied: "I don't know."
Akerson, who joined the company as it emerged from bankruptcy, has said he would prefer the next CEO to come from within GM but the board would decide. He gave no time frame for his exit and said he would stay as long as he was making a contribution and the board wanted him.
Analysts say other candidates to succeed him include Vice Chairman Steve Girsky, 50, and North American operations chief Mark Reuss, 48.
Explaining why he wants to ensure
that women at the company are in positions beyond "softer" jobs such as human resources, he pointed out that he has two daughters and also said his mother, who worked as a cashier at a grocery store and rose to become a manager, had a greater impact on him than his father.
Akerson said women make up 20 to 25 percent of GM's top 50 executives. "Four of 12 of our directors are women, one of our women runs Europe and some of our biggest plants are run by women," he said. "Twenty percent of our technical staff are women.
We seek women with engineering degrees."
Barra joined GM in 1980 and has had various manufacturing and engineering jobs and was vice president in charge of global human resources. She was named senior vice president in charge of global product development in February last year and in January was appointed to the supervisory board of GM's struggling Opel European unit.

Original article here:
GM CEO: top woman executive a potential successor | Reuters
 ]]> Fabrizio Napoleoni http://antimisandry.com/blogs/fabrizio-napoleoni/male-feminist-board-you-should-read-533/ Citizens United decision: a gift from the Court for men? http://antimisandry.com/blogs/dinohip51/citizens-united-decision-gift-court-men-531/ Tue, 24 Apr 2012 14:45:34 GMT The following are quotes from the January 2010 Supreme Court ruling on Citizens United v Federal Election Commission: *If the First Amendment has... The following are quotes from the January 2010 Supreme Court ruling on Citizens United v Federal Election Commission:

If the First Amendment has any force, it prohibits Congress from fining or jailing citizens, or associations of citizens, for simply engaging in political speech.

All speakers, including individuals and the media, use money amassed from the economic marketplace to fund their speech. The First Amendment protects the resulting speech.

When Government seeks to use its full power, including the criminal law, to command where a person may get his or her information or what distrusted source he or she may not hear, it uses censorship to control thought. This is unlawful. The First Amendment confirms the freedom to think for ourselves.

(Source: supremecourt.gov)

Though the case before the court was regarding political financing and the use of mass media, the corollary outcome was the high court for the first time in its history equating money and financial disclosure with speech.

This logic creates a vast opening for dissenters toward both child support laws and income taxation, as it defines financial activity as being in the realm of freedom of expression and its protection under the First Amendment.

My argument here may be hard to follow, but the notion is that in the case of a child support order, one is expected not only to make a payment to a government agency, which the Court has held as being speech, but to disclose personal information to that agency about where one lives and earns one's money, which is also speech. If one believes that these items are none of government's business, refusing to disclose them is political speech, and protected under the First Amendment.

As to income taxation (another method, by the way, of controlling divorced fathers and men in general), my argument for decades has been that being required to disclose and submit personal information to government, along with money (which the Court has now equated with free speech), violates one's right not to speak, which is just another form of expression. When one says to government by not submitting tax forms (speech) or payments (also speech): "this information is none of your business", one is simply exercising one's freedom of expression. The Citizens United ruling by its own construct says government may not prevent this.

Give it a try. Hundreds of thousands of us refusing to have information, including money (which is speech) ordered and subpoenaed out of us just may get the attention of a system that tramples freedom of expression with impunity.
 ]]> dinohip51 http://antimisandry.com/blogs/dinohip51/citizens-united-decision-gift-court-men-531/ Bias in Education, What BIAS.. http://antimisandry.com/blogs/christianj/bias-education-what-bias-529/ Wed, 18 Apr 2012 06:39:16 GMT Image: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8EwcwfUSNck/T41LffJBYYI/AAAAAAAAFhc/O3pGxZdScQc/s200/war+against+boys.jpg ...

Female teachers tend to mark boys lower than they deserve and boys were less likely to work hard in their classes, the researchers found.


A gender gap favoring girls -- visible in the fourth grade -- grows worse with each passing year.

All girls school, one of hundreds..
I am blaming "the system" for this because we shouldn't be blaming young male students for the difficulties they face in what is arguably an increasingly female-programmed educational culture.

Pro female teaching positions..

Teachers banging boys charged..

Sexists Oprah Winfrey at her child abusing school..
Systemic pro-female teacher bias
Had Enough Therapy?: Why Are Boys Failing at School?





Where Did All the Male Teachers Go? France Worries That Boy Students May Be Suffering





All Female teachers at one school..




Brain deads walking a mile in princesses shoes..

A typical hypocrite..
]]> christianj http://antimisandry.com/blogs/christianj/bias-education-what-bias-529/ The Perfect woman http://antimisandry.com/blogs/ten/perfect-woman-528/ Sat, 07 Apr 2012 19:04:43 GMT A good article on Sonja´s blog, where she analyzes Dr. House´s episode "Skin Deep", when Dr. House says,

“The perfect woman, is a man.”

Fairly enough analyzed indeed. Good job Sonja.

It´s like that rad feminists want in fact to be men, when they say they want equal rights. Penis envy and all that stuff, hun?...

No offense to women, but women will never be men, or vice-versa.

Women may not have perfect lives, and may be loaded with work, etc, but men don´t have perfect lives either. Much of the institutionalized norms as marriage, family, go against some basic traits of men, and married man subject themselves to it. Worst than some normal conflicts in marriage, is an over abusive wife, and an emasculated husband. Now that´s an abomination. ]]> Ten http://antimisandry.com/blogs/ten/perfect-woman-528/ The Perfect Man http://antimisandry.com/blogs/ten/perfect-man-527/ Sat, 07 Apr 2012 18:40:47 GMT I found this poem on the web, and it´s like the perfect, hilarious wake up call to man-hating women: THE PERFECT MAN The perfect man is... I found this poem on the web, and it´s like the perfect, hilarious wake up call to man-hating women:

THE PERFECT MAN


The perfect man is gentle
Never cruel or mean
He has a beautiful smile
And keeps his face so clean.


The perfect man likes children
And will raise them by your side
He will be a good father
As well as a good husband to his bride.


The perfect man loves cooking
Cleaning and vacuuming too
He'll do anything in his power
To convey his feelings of love to you.


The perfect man is sweet
Writing poetry from your name
He's a best friend to your mother
And kisses away your pain.


He never has made you cry
Or hurt you in any way
Oh, forget this stupid poem


"
"
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The perfect man is gay!!!!

It´s like that saying, "boys will be boys", otherwise, probably, you already know...

P.s. I´m actually gay, but that doesn´t mean I support women´s delusions and flaws. In fact, I´m all for men, as I am one myself.
]]> Ten http://antimisandry.com/blogs/ten/perfect-man-527/ My first blog on my views http://antimisandry.com/blogs/haruhi-kenoko/my-first-blog-my-views-525/ Sun, 01 Apr 2012 02:21:47 GMT Written this sometime ago on another blog. Mind you that I'm a kid so my views might come off as immature or it seems like I'm trashing women but I really am not.

Many people think I do and it's wrong. I do not hate women and I am indeed female myself. However what I am tired of, is most women's bullshit when it comes to the news and social issues. I'm pretty much tired of them ALWAYS getting their way in court cases and with other things. Actually they get their way with everything, if they wanted to to. In the media they are protrayed good people who are pure and some men are protrayed as pedophiles and people you should be weary about having your kids talk to.

Check it out: Dateline where they catch older men (I'm talking men in their 30s, even their freaking 60s!) talking sexually online to 12, 13, 14 and 15 year old girls and boys. Yes... you heard me right, BOYS, guys. I love this show but everytime I watch it, I always wonder when they were going to catch a female predator doing the same things these men were doing. They never do, it's all men. I mean come on, women aren't innocent, in fact there were some on the media that were charged with having a sexual relationship with 14 year old boys. However, they always like to emphasize how beautiful she is. The most famous one I believe was in my home state and involved a female teacher who was attractive and she had a relationship with a 14 year old boy. Now, problem is they always talk about how beautiful she was and if I recalled, I think she got off easily and got probation.

Now if this was a man, he wouldn't have gotten off that easily. I mean, for god people I wish there was some equality in the system for where women receive the same punishments as men for the same crimes. Yes they are female sex offenders who receive prison sentences, but why don't they ever feature them on the news? If they did then it would be alot better knowing that people see that they is equality in the system. But we don't get that in the news, just men being treated badly.

Now one to another issue: abuse. One of the issues that piss me off the most and I'll bring up my fiction to go with this as well in the end. They always tell us that this is not okay. I mean, no type of abuse is okay. But then this is okay? I mean why guys, WHYYYY is this okay? Why is man abuse okay? Because they are men? Don't you see, female on men abuse is not okay but there's no one to stand up for men on this issues. It's always about the women.Oh how about the fact that misandry is okay but misogyny is not?

On a side noet: I want to direct everyone to the House of Judgement that was on the Dr Phil show years ago, where they had a man hater, some guy who hates the world, a girl who hates black people and witty chauvinist. Look it up, but I will tell you that when the misandist and the chauvinist were debating, she was talking about how there's men who are in jail but then he brings up that 65% (correct me if I misinterpreted him) of those pedophiles, rapists and killers were raised by SINGLE MOTHERS. He had statistics ad refuted most of her points, scary eh?

I am no hater but I felt the need to defend myself and my point of view. The point of my ranting was to say that men's issues are being pushed to the side. I am a masculinist because I believe in men having an equal fight. Let's bring those up when it comes to social issues eh? ]]> Haruhi Kenoko http://antimisandry.com/blogs/haruhi-kenoko/my-first-blog-my-views-525/