My Time

Dear men-who-think-you’re women, (And all those who pathetically tow their lines) I’m done. I’m done giving you any benefits of any doubts. I’m done worrying about your “health care,” when I’ve had breasts so big that my back has been injured since I was 19. You think insurance covers that? Or the scar tissue I’ve got from stem to stern from pushing out a 9 lb baby? NOPE. My female body doesn’t get complimentary “affirmation.” I get HEALTHCARE, meaning I’m treated when I am ill or injured. Same as YOU, you petulant children. I get LESS than you, in fact. As does every woman. 70c to the dollar DOESN’T just apply to pay, pumpkin. I am DONE providing you “proof” you just dismiss by calling me stupid, or TERF, or Nazi. (Especially when I’m not the one advocating for gay kids to be sterilized.) I’m DONE pretending that you are in ANY way oppressed, because “trans rights are human rights”… because that’s bullshit. HUMAN RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS, and you are friggin humans. What’s more, you have ALWAYS been counted as such, which is more than we can say as women. What YOU want are women’s rights, for MEN. Those rights were not established because of how we dress, or think, or because we had hurt feelings we needed the world to accommodate. They are established because of our BIOLOGY. Muscle mass, bone density, lung capacity, grip strength (making it possible for 90% of men to be able to kill 95% of women with your bare fucking hands.) Biology in the way that WE, women, bear the burdens of REPRODUCTION. Whether or not that is something one woman is capable of makes no difference. They are burdens YOU DO NOT and CAN NOT EVER bear. I’m done bending over backwards to be kind to you, when you will call me a slur for anything I say. I am DONE pretending that you weren’t born with the platinum card of human rights dangling between your entitled legs. I’m DONE pretending that you are anything but little, pathetic, WEAK men who have found an excuse to be nasty and mean to women, because you can’t get laid by anything but your own right hand, and you’re JUST. SO. MAD. ABOUT. IT. Grow up. BE A MAN. Stop being fucking cowards trying to find new ways to hide in our skirts and spit in our faces along the way. And, maybe, just maybe, remember that there is a power in us that you can NEVER attain, and that deep down, in your tiny little malnourished souls, you still fear with everything in you. Remember that were women are FORCES of Nature. We are witches. And we are to the point of cursing. Push us too far, and it is the Greatest Mother who will strike you back. So… STEP. THE FUCK. OFF. Rethink your life. Rethink your entitlement. Because I am DONE trying to spoon feed you through your infantile tantrums. Grow up. Or fade away. There is nothing here your petulance has the capacity to erase.