He [the male] 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 isn't.
To call a man an animal is to flatter him; he's a machine, a walking dildo. It's often said that men use women. Use them for what? Surely not pleasure.
The SCUM Manifesto, via I cite.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Posted by Gerry Canavan at 10:16 PM
Labels: feminism of a particular sort, I Shot Andy Warhol, SCUM
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