>Strolling through college campus unaccompanied as I often do >Not worried about being harassed or raped because I am a man >See group of young ladies struggling to set up a folding table >Two strong women have extended the legs and are trying to flip the table upright >I approach them uninvited and say hello >One flees, triggered >let me help with that girls >I easily flip the table upright with my masculine strength >Now upright, I can see the sign taped to the table top >FEMINIST BAKESALE >I give a low-pitched chuckle with my testosterone-privileged vocal cords >So you girls have been busy in the kitchen, what did you bake? >One strong woman stands with a box to rest on the table. Her eyes are welled with tears at the oppression she is suffering >C-cupcakes >I love cupcakes, let me see what you have there >I reach my phallic hand over and open the virginal box this poor woman is holding >My male gaze objectifies the cupcakes >Oh those look good. How much? >Another strong woman speaks up, images of Susan B Anthony flash in her head >Theyre a dollar for men because of the corrupt patria-- >I stop her short in a textbook case of verbal rape >That sounds fine. Give me the whole box >I pull out a capitalist paper bill with the image of a Cis White Male slaveowner on it >The strong woman before me whimpers in psychic pain as I hand the bill to her, she has been reduced to a slave -- nay -- a commodity >Thank you she says meekly, feeling violated >I give a sensual grunt as I bite into one of the sweet, moist cupcakes >Mmmm... It was my privilege -Kyurem
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 07:05:28 +0000
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