What a joy it is to walk unseen. I am not a man or a woman. I am not tall or short. I am not liberal or conservative. I am not religious or atheist. I am not gay or straight I am not for the war or against it. I am not even Canadian.

I am a teensy tinsy bit Jewish, but only at the margins and not for you to see unless you are too.

Eternally not yours,

A. Potatoe

Meanwhile, you omitted a full stop between "straight" and "I".

Madame Ghost can outstrip you in fullstoppage verbiage if she ever has a mind to...so if you have never combatted with Madame Ghost, don't begin now.

Just ask Gregor Samsa or seaqsquirt or Schaden or even MQT..or even Dave, who is sycophantically unable to piss Madame Ghost off.

I know the answer.

I've always wanted to say that.

but you are always instantly recognized.

Can't stand the sight of myself
Lying in bed all day with the curtains drawn
Staring at the clock on the window ledge
The angry words you said come back so strong
Sometimes love quits
Oh when the pieces don't fit
And suddenly all your world
Falls to the floor
And all your wild days
Oh fall away
Can't see much point in them anymore
In this house of dreams
I let you walk like a ghost unseen
Girl on the day you left
Out walked my everything
Must have thought you'd always be there
I never even noticed when the changes came one day
Seems one minute you were standing close
I turned around again
And girl you were far away
And every plan we made
Oh I just let them fade
And pile up on the floor
Beside the bed
Now you're gone away
Oh but your memory stays
I sit here thinking of the things I never said
In this house of dreams
I let you walk like a ghost unseen
Girl on the day you left
Out walked my everything

Sometimes love quits
Oh when the pieces don't fit
And suddenly all your world
Falls to the floor
Now you're gone away
Oh but your memory stays
I hear your voice behind every single door
In this house of dreams
I let you walk like a ghost unseen
Girl on the day you left
Out walked my everything


—Blue Rodeo

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Nope.

I seen what you did and I know who you is.

Say you're sorry...

Where do you want me to put your mustache?

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This was probably more obscure than I thought, although it was nice to see some of you again (Howdy Deej). I probably should have posted it in the XX factor, which I think remarkably bad.

Anyway, I am a kid hugging a secret to my chest and that secret is me. I would find it awful if my public identity defined me *to myself* and distorting to oblivion if I actually desired such a thing (as XX factor seems to go. To regard all women as your sisters is disgusting. I have been thinking lately about how bizarre it is that humans manage to be tribalistic by gender, which just about *can't* divide a tribe (amazons notwithstanding). I have my tribe too, of course, but I would like that to mean something a bit more intimate. Y'know Mill's "The Subjection of Women" faults men for self-worship, but particularly, I think for self-worship of men as men. Worship yourself all you like (modern feminism as described by misogynists) but find a better reason than public knowledge of your sex organs (I'm playing locdog). I long for sentient computers, or at least aliens, to help make this distinction less coherent. Transsexuals might also manage it. No wonder I find Fritz' prattling about masculinity annoying (same schtick). Likewise, no wonder I found locdog's thinking women demeaned themselves by showing their bodies annoying (not just 'cause I'm a lib about body freedom, but 'cause what a dumb thing to imagine can demean *you*).

Note this says nothing at all about distinguishing between men and women in the public sphere or in a general sense (e.g., aid, research, etc targeted by gender mostly perfectly sensible),

Sorry to be a bore. Not to be taken seriously. . .

I was after the Mr. Potato Head schtick, just to be clear. Your post seemed to indicate such.

Anyways, I loathe misogynists, I really do. There's one at The Champ's work that deserves to have an emergency castration performed with a bread knife and a bottle of Jack (for the surgeon). The guy is a cancer; his loathing of women is obvious and the place reeks of discord, mostly because of him. Interesting to apply tribalism to this guy, he has cronies and they all protect themselves, although he's the main bastard. I wonder if he is conscious of how much of an ass he is...

I would not have seen this if you had posted it in XX (laziness has not gone away, it seems), so good on you.

Ciao

it's not merely "public knowledge of sex organs"; it's that some think sex organs are a proxy for something more (better).

of course that's as silly. new book on irrationality. in the interview, the author described an experiment in honesty and found (though i'm guessing small sample set) no striking difference between genders. but apparently, going to church makes a person less dishonest.