Don't blame it on the moonlight
Don't blame it on the good times
Blame it on drucilla.
Life in this society being, at best, an utter bore and no aspect of society being at all relevant to women, there remains to civic-minded, responsible, thrill-seeking females only to overthrow the government, eliminate the money system, institute complete automation and destroy the male sex.
It is now technically feasible to reproduce without the aid of males (or, for that matter, females) and to produce only females. We must begin immediately to do so. Retaining the mail has not even the dubious purpose of reproduction. The male is a biological accident: the Y (male) gene is an incomplete X (female) gene, that is, it has an incomplete set of chromosomes. In other words, the male is an incomplete female, a walking abortion, aborted at the gene stage. To be male is to be deficient, emotionally limited; maleness is a deficiency disease and males are emotional cripples.
The male is completely egocentric, trapped inside himself, incapable of empathizing or identifying with others, or love, friendship, affection of tenderness. He is a completely isolated unit, incapable of rapport with anyone. His responses are entirely visceral, not cerebral; his intelligence is a mere tool in the services of his drives and needs; he is incapable of mental passion, mental interaction; he can't relate to anything other than his own physical sensations. He is a half-dead, unresponsive lump, incapable of giving or receiving pleasure or happiness; consequently, he is at best an utter bore, an inoffensive blob, since only those capable of absorption in others can be charming. He is trapped in a twilight zone halfway between humans and apes, and is far worse off than the apes because, unlike the apes, he is capable of a large array of negative feelings -- hate, jealousy, contempt, disgust, guilt, shame, doubt -- and moreover, he is aware of what he is and what he isn't.
That impish scamp.
Anyway, somehow I ended up at Stank Magazine instead.
From their Mission Statement:
From birth girls are encouraged (even required) to be sweet, to hold their tongues and trouble no waters as WHAT a girl says, HOW she says it, and HOW she presents herself has total bearing on her value as a woman. The stereotypes are all too familiar. The sexually liberated feline a.k.a. ho is only suitable for male libidinous pleasures. The demure, soft-spoken, submissive woman a.k.a. doormat is the ultimate prize-marriageable and controllable. While the aggressive, confident, outspoken, attitudinal woman a.k.a. bitch is the bane of man's (and woman's) existence.
Black women have forever endured the attitudinal stereotype. Whether we're rolling our eyes, sucking our teeth, flying off at the handle over SOME shit or simply taking NO shit, Black women have been criticized and mocked for having TOO much mouth, TOO much opinion, and WAY TOO much attitude.
Such is the reason for STANK!
[. . .] Fuck you if you don't like it or if you don't get it. Your approval is not needed.
I might have to rip off that last bit.
If you find them worrying, that's why I included the Solanas quote. It's the MLK/Malcolm X thing again. Comparatively, the good people at Stank seem quite reasonable and tolerant. . .