I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist.
It’d bring me great joy.
I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs
ready when you are
Or if you’d like to have some more options….
and have 9 years of combined martial arts training and 3 years of being a Line Backer in football.
Just in case you are looking for variety.
what about a lady and a feminist. warning, combatives certified soldier.
"When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with.
The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.”
All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone.
And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.”
And justifying violence by describing how your parents were violent to you does NOT justify what you are doing as a parent. AND it doesn’t invalidate your experiences. AND one person’s child abuse isn’t the same as someone else’s and doesn’t mean I can’t talk about mine just because you don’t talk about yours (directed to my granny). My family can go fuck themselves and go to hell.
I dunno I like to think of myself as bilingual
Every night I’m just like “okay tonight I’ll stop being pathetic and weird and actually go to bed.”
and then brain is like “bed = trapped = no way out = anything can happen to me”
I’m pathetic and weird and a waste of space.
okay, so WHERE’S MY STUFFED HUMAN BEING
*furiously starts stuffing human beings*