I Don't Have A Spiritual Bone In

Prostitution Is The Supreme Triumph Of Capitalism. When The Sex War Is Won Prostitutes Should Be Shot As Collaborators For Their Terrible Betrayal Of All Women, For The Moral Tarring And Feathering They Give Indigenous Women Who Have Had The Bad Luck To Live In What They Make Their Humping Ground.

Lots Of Women Love To Accuse Men Of Being Immature When The Fellow In Question Displays A Reluctance To "commit"...

I Didn't Cry When I Left Free-booting, Smash-and-grab Papers That Would Have Appeared To Be Far More Natural Homes For Me And, At The Risk Of Being Vulgar, Paid Far Better For My Services.

As A Kid, I Grew To Define What I Didn't Want My Life To Be Like By Sitting Behind Moaning Women On The Bus, Hearing Them Bang On About Their Aches And Pains, Both Real And Imagined.

The Freedom That Women Were Supposed To Have Found In The Sixties Largely Boiled Down To Easy Contraception And Abortion; Things To Make Life Easier For Men, In Fact.