Tuesday, November 10, 2015

 

The Revolutionary Woman


Widely assumed that since the Democrats will run a
woman for president, that many Republican gals will
“pull her lever” in the privacy of the voting booth.

And thus not do as they're told.

Such perversity! I'm...still not quite sure. Most Republican
Babes being Stockholm-Syndrome!

Though we had a few in our Revolution! Occupying the YW
in our town.

We had brought our husbands’ weapons from home. Plenty of
groceries too for the inevitable siege.

Which went on for two months. Were we absent from home
all that time?

Not really. Some got back in emergencies, negotiating with the
enemy to pass.

Certain categories of women allowed to:

1) The Happy, Prancing Fool

2) Sweet Sue

3) The Upright Old Broad

4) The Militant, but on simmer.

That first week, Happy, Prancing. We plastered to
the window to watch her wide smile and z-ing gait.
It was a thing of beautiful idiocy. And made the men
quite happy. They all hugged her when she could hold still.

Sweet Sue a week later. Oozed honey. The guards insisted
she stay with them a bit for danish and tea and her most-loving
look–-which lingered long after she left! Like the Cheshire
Cat’s Smile.

No mystery to the UOB, crepe dress crackling with static electricity,
high neckline.

Proper librarian! All the men deferred, pretending she still
carried some sex along with her that might yet charm old
Birkenstock-wearing lesbians.

The only Militant ever granted leave hid some weird sex deep
within her. All males intrigued. And of course willing to be ruled
by her with the future promise of the Great Whamma-Whamma.

No, we didn’t give up, despite what the right-wing media maintains. And maintains.


We negotiated an end to the Occupation.

Mostly done by those Militants who kept the fatal-cliche-mysteriouso down, intellectually.

The weapons still locked in a room at the YW, with our One and
Two having keys.

We failed simply because we wouldn’t shed blood, that is kill
someone’s father or bother.

Next time, we won’t hold to this. As very painful as that is.

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