LADY GODIVA: The Naked Truth

Everyone is freaking out about this Kylie Jenner Interview photo-shoot, from Tuesday.  The most outrage being generated that an able-bodied Kylie was posed in a wheelchair for the magazine cover.   What is disturbingly lost in the echo of outrage is that all of these photos were designed to be risqué and blatantly objectify women.  Kylie Jenner wasn't posed in a wheelchair as a spoof on people that use wheelchairs, she was placed in a wheelchair because she's being portrayed as a sex doll - NOT handicapped .   Don't believe it?  Well take a gander at other pictures pulled off the internet that are two to four years old of a creepy ass dude pushing his sex doll around in public on a 'date' at the zoo: Pulled from Reddit. Bystanders in disbelief snapped these candid shots.  Since all three of these photos are of the same guy from different years, he obviously thinks this normal to do.  There'...

I can't give you an exact date, the slow, painful, and still in process emancipation of the American female hasn't been adequately documented by the patriarchy.  That should really come as no surprise to anyone.  In the hashtag zeitgeist of "black lives matter", "all lives matter", "not all men", "yes all women" it can be daunting to the intellect and mournful to the soul, that even though our society is having truly passionate discourses in the only public domain we have left, "all female lives matter" is somehow slipping through the cracks.  Our story isn't told, it isn't elaborated on, the youth aren't rallied to fight against male oppression - let alone question it, the youth are taught stripping, makeup, and promiscuity is emancipation - it is so not; abortion clinics are getting shut down all over this country, Planned Parenthood is painted villainous, in media the Bechtel Test is rar...

Just got done reading Nancy Kilgore's book 'Girl in the Water', it's about sibling abuse.  Her sister Sherry sounded awful and so many parallels were present between them that were present between my father and I it was a discomforting comfort.   Someone once told me to read 'A Child Called It', I did and it struck me as a very insincere memoir.  I didn't identify with that person in the manner I did with Nancy Kilgore (excluding her descent into insane-o fairyland) and unlike Nancy, I did ultimately assert myself and stood up to my father.  But I did that about 12 years too late. I don't recall being molested.  I know I had a real fear that it could happen, mainly because of my mother.  Her angle in the divorce proceedings was the--false--accusation of child molestation against my father.  But you can't really blame my mother for thinking the way she was, quite frankly, there was some compelli...

SCROLL DOWN TO TITLE TO SKIP The Disclaimer: I promised myself that this wouldn't become a personal blog, I had one of those on MySpace.com that I was actually particularly proud of until Myspace devolved into the cesspool it is today.   I actually had considered this a "gutter-blog" for awhile, being exceptionally ill for a time with an unknown cause that I was terrified was colon cancer.  It's not colon cancer.  Or cancer.  Yet. So my gutter-blog was for poetry posts.  I was scared I was dying and I just wanted to shoot my spiritual flare into the ether void that composes the interwebs and the multiverse. Then I angrily linked it one day to a Facebook Admin page I had created, outraged that some Facebook Admin pages glorified Creepshots, candid shots of YogaPants, and even more infuriatingly the FB page dedicated to hating on "12 Year Old Sluts", so I had made a page in response called "12 Year Old Rapists" - which basically showed a fe...