perhaps i learned too early in life that women can't be trusted...maybe my fathers philanderings with me by his side taught me something i should never have had to learn...or maybe it was my so called best friend baking all of my cakes for my 'easy bake oven' on christmas day while i sat by innocently dumbfounded by her audacity...my mother screaming at me later as to why i did nothing to stop her...whatever i did, i could never win with women...old, young, related, strangers...i always thought that women were cats and men were dogs...the cunning, manipulative nature of the feline so suited the dishonest deceit of the women i observed in my life...
i truly believe that women are incapable of true friendship and are solely motivated by their own selfish needs and inadequacies....to recall the x-files mantra..'.trust no one.'..especially if they are wearing heels...and what of those heels??? we all know they aren't comfortable, nor practical...have we truly advanced to achieve equality with men and yet insist on teetering on shoes that one cannot walk in? the whole notion of the heels shifting the stance of the body to alter the buttocks into a mating position....are we human or are we chimps? or the theory of helplessness achieved by wearing heels and seeming vulnerable and unable to walk without the help of a knight in shining armour....is this equality...no...it is manipulation, and women are not capable of functioning without it...
power...the chant of the 'modern woman'...power suits, power heels...the loud clattering noise of high heels on the concrete....why do they want power? and what of motherhood? of nurturing and love...of creation and compassion...i truly believe that the downfall of our modern society is the fact that women want to be men but still fulfill their biological need to create children...ironically then to enslave another woman to raise them....they are hypocrites....their woman power can only be achieved by using another woman to perform their daily tasks...that is not equality...
and the ultimate irony as we see in today's world...they can't conceive...perhaps they are becoming men and require drugs, implanted embryos and fertilization techniques in order to do what should come naturally by loving a man...or are they capable of loving a man...they are versed in the mating rituals, the trapping and sacrificing of their mens dignity and masculinity...but where is the love???
women claim to have men friends and men claim to have women friends...that is a misnomer...it doesn't exist...the balance of friendship is always tipped one way...what the man may see as friendship, the women perceives as the possiblility of romance...especially if the man is already involved and in love with another woman...the enemy...it is a game that intensifies when a woman perceives a threat, and the larger the threat, the more she will persist....pathetic...basic...uneducated scholars...as transparent as the window to their empty souls...
i have never had a manicure, pedicure or had my eyebrows shaped...i have never had a 'girls night out' or a posse of female friends...i have never felt the need nor the want as i know they are threatened by something they don't even understand...fire...passion...depth...the unknown aura that surrounds me...i am a real woman...my births were natural, i breast fed my children much longer than the recommended 3 months...i love with great passion and desire...i don't need to discuss the man that i love...i don't share my innermost thoughts...my love is too precious to be the fat they chew to gossip and deceive...
women are no further ahead than they were in the days before womens' so called liberation...they are wearing the disguises and playing the roles of politicians, business moguls and executives, but they are basic, and boring and predictable....they have taken away body hair and sprayed themselves with perfume chemicals disguising their natural pheromones that attract a mate...they are immersed in on-line dating sites and desperately searching for a man to enslave with promises of carnal pleasure...it is part of their plot...well executed and discussed with their female counterparts...it is never about the man...the posse of pussies are a threat to all that is good and true...it is the ultimate betrayal...and men are the casualties...
i have often thought of the drag queen as the ultimate definition of my theory...in order to convincingly portray a 'woman' they exaggerate the breasts, the hair, the makeup, the nails, the high heels, the tight clothing....leading me to wonder why supposedly 'real' women have to do the same???.....are they unsure of what it truly means to be female? do they understand what a woman is as undefined by desperate measures to be noticed?....
have we really evolved or will we ever...Shakespeare brilliantly used his character Hamlet to scold his love Ophelia...' if thou wilt need marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them.....i have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you amble and you lisp, and nickname God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance...go to, i'll no more on't, it hath made me mad....
innocence of children and their will to dig to china and climb trees to touch the heavens is what keeps us alive and determined to find that elusive joy...my child-like passion for colour and image keeps me in the hunt for that contentment...sitting in the farmhouse kitchen of my boyfriends' 93 year old grandmother this weekend was the closest to complete happiness i have ever felt in my life...i didn't want to leave...who would want to leave their happy place that all of the digging and climbing had never uncovered....love transports us to places we could not discover alone...
