Normally I keep a very strict no-hatelinking policy on the internet. Life is too short, there is too much suffering, and a desire to foment hate and anger is exactly the reason people post terrible things on the internet in the first place.
A misogynist 22 year old posted misogynist comments on a viciously misogynist message board and also made videos whining about how much he hates women because they won’t have sex with him. Then he wrote a 137 page misogynist manifesto about wanting to kill women, and then made a final video saying he was going out to kill women because he hates them, then he went out with guns and killed women at random, and the American media told us it was finally time to sit down and have a serious national conversation about… mental illness. Also possibly gun control.
I’ve been writing and educating about sexual double standards for years; the age-old damned if you do, damned if you don’t predicament women face about their sexuality. If you have sex, you won’t be respected, but if you don’t have sex, you still won’t be respected. It’s an impossible paradox.
Ducks is about part of my time working at a mining site in Fort McMurray, the events are from 2008. It is a complicated place, it is not the same for all, and these are only my own experiences there. It is a sketch because I want to test how I would tell these stories, and how I feel about sharing them. A larger work gets talked about from time to time. It is not a place I could describe in one or two stories. Ducks is about a lot of things, and among these, it is about environmental destruction in an environment that includes humans. Thank you for taking the time to read it.
I’m open-minded about sex. I’m not above reproach; if anything, I’m below reproach. I mean, if I was caught in a love nest with 15 12-year-old girls tomorrow, people would think, yeah, I always knew that about him.
A person’s first experience with smoking pot or taking a psychotropic substance is, under most circumstances, accurately and best described as mind-expanding. Colors and sounds, newly fascinating, are the stuff from which art is made…The idea that drugs fuel creativity is nothing new. The same can be said of almost any new experience or recognition of a new reality. But like anything perception-altering—love, adrenaline, or being a U.S. Senator—the effect dulls with time. The feeling you never thought you’d get tired of, eventually you get tired of…Drugs do fuel creativity, but being addicted to drugs, and especially dying from drugs, doesn’t.