Texas, The Rapist State

"According to the Guttmacher Institute, 88 percent of abortions occur during the first 12 weeks of pregnancy. Because the fetus is so small at this stage, traditional ultrasounds performed through the abdominal wall, "jelly on the belly," often cannot produce a clear image. Therefore, a transvaginal probe is most often necessary, especially up to 10 weeks to 12 weeks of pregnancy. The probe is inserted into the vagina, sending sound waves to reflect off body structures to produce an image of the fetus. Under this new law, a woman's vagina will be penetrated without an opportunity for her to refuse due to coercion from the so-called "public servants" who passed and signed this bill into law."

"Rape by the State"? Court: Texas Can Force Doctors to Deliver Intrusive Vaginal Ultrasound to Abortion Seekers

Awake and Plotting

~Slept for another four plus hours and the was awake. Guess I'm in an Up/Down sleeping cycle again. Full Moon's probably part of that.

Frustrated that I haven't been able to write. Squeezed out bits and pieces, but that feels pretty much like it sounds; the excretory metaphor is quite apt.

Been thinking about what I call 'proto-Mandroids'. Those would be True Males converted in the 'early days', violent offenders who, instead of being locked away or executed, would be put to good use as simple laborers, most likely in agriculture. They'd be castrated, lobotomized and Brain Boxed [see Dr. Jose Delgado] and then sent to the fields. This would be an interim measure until actual Mandriods could be properly bred, though it could be used as a 'judicial solution' until True Men are extinct.

Ah, it felt good to write that. *evil laughter*

Random

~Tired. Did a WinCo run this morning. Wasn't really up to it, but it was time and it needed to be done. Knocked the crap outta me. At least the cupboards are full.

Ate and watched some Crime Drama after we got back. Slept from 3ish until around 11, but I'm back in bed soon.

Been too drained to share my thoughts, which is in itself tiring...

Random

~I'm just plain fucked up today. No ambition. No hope. No desire. Don't really want to do or be anything.

I was sitting down taking a shit and thinking I'd be perfectly happy living in one of my little dream worlds. Not writing about it, just playing in it. Like I used to when I was a kid and back when I got loaded. Just live like that until age and infirmity caught with me. Then I'd have a small party, hook myself up to a Kevorkian machine and say good night.

That's pretty much where I am today. Not depression such much as ennui. Not suicidal, just indifferent.

I thought of some lines from one of my old poems:
The world is insane
and full of fools.
It has earned
Disease,
and Famine,
and Weapons of Mass Destruction.

That was back when I had enough passion to write poetry.

Feh....

Her Prophet [Doesn't] Write

~There have been Money Issues, Housing Issues, Internet Issues and Holiday Issues [with the attendant family system dreams] all of which have impacted my State of Mind and my Health with their cumulative Stress. As best as I can tell none these Issues are of Crisis proportions, but together they've taken their toll.

I re-started work on a short Cyber Witch story three/four days back and it moved quickly. But the editing has totally bogged down and now I'm feeling disheartened regarding finishing The Explanation. My mind simply will not latch onto the thing again. Right now I'm just marking time and doing my best not to slip into a Black Dog.

I'm really not happy at all....

Random

~Three days ago my neck was really killing me. I did a little self massage, got some relief and took a nap. But when I woke up, the ache and soreness had spread. I took a hot shower and seemed to get some relief, but now I felt sick, like 'flu sick'.

This continued into the next day. More self massage. More hot showers. Even added my heating pad to the mix.

Finally, yesterday early evening, after a nine hour sleep, the 'flu-like feeling' passed. I'm still kinda sore – I hold my shit in my neck – but I no longer feel toxic. And I'll have that, thank you....

Two Thousand and Twelve Anno Domini

~Anno Domini is Latin for 'The Year of The Lord'. Some times that is said as 'Our Lord', but it functionally translates into English as 'The Lord', its possessive nature being only implied in the Latin. If one addressed someone as Dominus, 'master' or 'owner', one implicitly granted them authority over ones self. [Domina is the female case] Anno is also a Masculine word in Latin.

All this was whipped up by some wee monk in the Sixth Century to rectify the various calendric hodgepodges of the day. In retrospect, I'd say he did rather well.

Of course I bring all this up in order to point out the underlying possessiveness of this Patriarchal naming convention. By using Anno Domini, one assumes a 'slave attitude'. God owns you.

With the Matriarchal Calender's use of Anna Sororitas this is shifted even as a historical continuity is maintained. 'Anna' is obviously a Feminized case of 'Year', which I do not believe actually exists in Latin to date. 'Sororitas' means 'Of The Sisters' or 'Belonging to The Sisters'. Note that is a collective ownership, one that implicitly includes all of its members.

And though The Sisterhood worships The Goddess in all of Her Aspects, She too is a Sister and part of this, not an owner from above. There is Hierarchy and Seniority, but not ownership, at least not among Sisters. All are part of the Greater Whole, which each Sister Serves and is Served by.

And so it is...


As True Men are ultimately slated for extinction, their status will get determined on a case by case basis until they're all gone. The various types of Y-Chrome Servitors who replace them will uniformly be treated humanely, much as we presently treat beloved pets and valued service animals.