“Gotta look this world in the eye…”

 

I’ve been asked a few questions recently.

As I pride myself on replying, to readers and nonreaders, alike, I’ll do so now.

 

“What you’re telling me is that you oppose 95% of what the so called manosphere stands for? So why are you associated with them…?”

– The black pill, in reply to a comment I’d left him

 

95% is way too high a percentage.

I’d say [accounting for the constant and heavy fluctuation in the ‘sphere’s membership] I disagree with 10-30%.

But that’s paltry when compared to how much I disagree with pretty much everyone else.

Also, being the outlaw I am, I take allies where I can find them.

I work with them as long as it suits me.

Should I feel abused, neglected or unappreciated, I end the affiliation.

I’m not a dog.

Men and women have my loyalty as long as they earn it.

I expect to be treated no differently.

Of course, don’t misconstrue canceling a contract as betrayal.

They are vastly different things.

 

 

Doctor Illusion asked for my thoughts on marriage/cohabitation.

As he states it exactly as I would, I’ll let the inestimable Lemmy of Motörhead say it for me:

 

 

 

Rojo Escobarrio asks:

 

“You strike me as a southern cat. Am I correct?”

 

Love both the phrasing and the question more than I can say.

But, no, I am not.

I’m originally from Camden, NJ (voted America’s worst city – twice).

Many folks have said I’m a cowboy, anyway

 

 

Wald from the blog ‘Scar Tissue’ asked what got me into blogging.

That’s a long story that deserves a better answer than this, and I’ll provide it someday soon.

But, for now, I was in a therapy session for suicidal depression and the therapist suggested a journal.

I figured:

If I can’t be well, I may as well write.

 

 

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