Cross-readings along the axes of He:
He is a completely isolated unit, incapable of rapport with anyone.
His responses are entirely visceral, not cerebral; his intelligence is a mere tool in the service of his drives and needs; he is incapable of mental passion, mental interaction; he can't relate to anything other than his own physical sensations.
He is a half dead, unresponsive lump, incapable of giving or receiving pleasure or happiness; consequently, He is at best an utter bore, an inoffensive blob, since only those capable of absorption in others can be charming.
He 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* or what He is or isn't.
Even assuming mechanical proficiency, which few men have, he is, first of all, incapable of zestfully, lustfully, tearing off a piece, but is instead eaten up with guilt, shame, fear and insecurity, feelings rooted in male nature, which the most enlightened training can only minimize; second, the physical feeling he attains is next to nothing; and, third, he is not empathizing with his partner, but is obsessed with how he s doing, turning in an A performance, doing a good plumbing job.
To call a man an animal is to flatter him; he' s a machine, a walking dildo.
Eaten up with guilt, shame, fears and insecurities and obtaining, if he' s lucky, a barely perceptible physical feeling, the male is, nonetheless, obsessed with screwing; he' ll swim a river of snot, wade nostril-deep through a mile of vomit, if he' thinks there'll be a friendly pussy awaiting him.
He 'll screw a woman He despises, any snaggle-toothed hag, and, furthermore, pay for the opportunity.
He hates his passivity, so He projects it onto women, defines the male as active, then sets out to prove that He is ("prove He s a Man").
Since he' s attempting to prove an error, he' must "prove" it again and again.
Screwing, then, is a desperate, compulsive attempt to prove he' s not passive, not a woman; but he' *is* passive and *does* want to be a woman.
He attempts to do this by constantly seeking out, fraternizing with and trying to live through and fuse with the female, and by claiming as his own all female characteristics--emotional strength and independence, forcefulness, dynamism, decisiveness, coolness, objectivity, assertiveness, courage, integrity, vitality, intensity, depth of character, grooviness, etc.
(He has done a brilliant job of convincing millions of women that men are women and women are men.)
When the male accepts his passivity, defines himself as a woman (males as well as females think men are women and women are men), and becomes a transvestite he loses his desire to screw (or to do anything else, for that matter; he fulfills himself as a drag queen) and gets his cock chopped off.
He then achieves a continuous diffuse sexual feeling from "being a woman".
He is responsible for: *War:* The male's normal method of compensation for not being female, namely, getting his Big Gun off, is grossly inadequate, as He can get it off only a very limited number of times; so He gets it off on a really massive scale, and proves to the entire world that He s a "Man".
Since he has no compassion or ability to empathize or identify, proving his manhood is worth an endless number of lives, including his own--his own life being worthless, he would rather go out in a blaze of glory than plod grimly on for fifty more years.
*Niceness, Politeness and "Dignity":* Every man, deep down, knows he' s a worthless piece of shit.
Overwhelmed by a sense of animalism and deeply ashamed of it; wanting, not to express himself, but to hide from others his total physicality, total egocentricity, the hate and contempt he feels for other men, and to hide from himself the hate and contempt he suspects other men feel for him; having a crudely constructed nervous system that is easily upset by the least display of emotion or feeling, the male tries to enforce a "social" code that ensures a perfect blandness, unsullied by the slightest trace of feeling or upsetting opinion.
He uses terms like "copulate", "sexual congress", "have relations with" (to men, "*sexual* relations" is a redundancy), overlaid with stilted manners; the suit on the chimp.
Despising his highly inadequate self, overcome with intense anxiety and a deep, profound loneliness when by his empty self, desperate to attach himself to any female in dim hopes of completing himself, in the mystical belief that by touching gold he' ll turn to gold, the male craves the continuous companionship of women.
The mother gives milk; he gives bread.
He is the Breadwinner.
*Fatherhood and Mental Illness (fear, cowardice, timidity, humility, insecurity, passivity):* Mother wants what's best for her kids; Daddy only wants what's best for Daddy, that is peace and quiet, pandering to his delusion of dignity ("respect"), a good reflection on himself (status) and the opportunity to control and manipulate, or, if he' s an "enlightened" father, to "give guidance".
His daughter, in addition, he wants sexually- he gives her *hand* in marriage; the other part is for him.
Daddy, unlike Mother, can never give in to his kids, as he must, at all costs, preserve his delusion of decisiveness, forcefulness, always-rightness and strength.
Emotionally diseased Daddy doesn't love his kids; he approves of them--if they're "good", that is, if they're nice, "respectful", obedient, subservient to his will, quiet and not given to unseemly displays of temper that would be most upsetting to Daddy's easily disturbed male nervous system--in other words, if they're passive vegetables.
If they're not "good", he doesn't get angry--not if he s a modern, "civilized" father (the old-fashioned ranting, raving brute is preferable, as he is so ridiculous he can be easily despised)--but rather expresses disapproval, a state that, unlike anger, endures and precludes a basic acceptance, leaving the kid with a feeling of worthlessness and a lifelong obsession with being approved of; the result is fear of independent thought, as this leads to unconventional, disapproved of opinions and way of life.
For the kid to want Daddy's approval it must respect Daddy, and, being garbage, Daddy can make sure that he is respected only by remaining aloof, by distantness, by acting on the precept "familiarity breeds contempt", which is, of course, true, if one is contemptible.
By being distant and aloof, he is able to remain unknown, mysterious, and, thereby, to inspire fear ("respect").
Every boy wants to imitate his mother, be her, fuse with her, but Daddy forbids this; *he* is the mother; *he* gets to fuse with her.
So he tells the boy, sometimes directly, sometimes indirectly, to not be a sissy, to act like a "Man".
The male has a negative Midas touch--everything he touches turns to shit.
*Suppression of Individuality, Animalism (domesticity and motherhood) and Functionalism:* The male is just a bundle of conditioned reflexes, incapable of a mentally free response; he is tied to his early conditioning, determined completely by his past experiences.
His earliest experiences are with his mother, and he is throughout his life tied to her.
It never becomes completely clear to the male that he is not part of his mother, that he is he and she is she.
His greatest need is to be guided, sheltered, protected and admired by Mama (men expect women to adore what men shrink from in horror--themselves) and, being completely physical, he yearns to spend his time (that's not spent "out in the world" grimly defending against his passivity) wallowing in basic animal activities--eating, sleeping, shitting, relaxing and being soothed by Mama.
It's not for the kids' sake, though, that the "experts" tell women that Mama should stay home and grovel in animalism, but for Daddy's; the tit's for Daddy to hang onto; the labor pains for Daddy to vicariously groove on (half dead, he needs awfully strong stimuli to make him respond).
He has no deep-seated individuality, which stems from what intrigues you, what outside yourself absorbs you, what you're in relation to.
The female's individuality, which he is acutely aware of, but which he doesn't comprehend and isn't capable of relating to or grasping emotionally, frightens and upsets him and fills him with envy.
So he denies it in her and proceeds to define everyone in terms of his or her function or use, assigning to himself, of course, the most important functions--doctor, president, scientist--thereby providing himself with an identity, if not individuality, and tries to convince himself and women he s succeeded best at convincing women) that the female function is to bear and raise children and to relax, comfort and boost the ego of the male; that her function is such as to make her interchangeable with every other female.
*Prevention of Privacy:* Although the male, being ashamed of what he is and of almost everything he does, insists on privacy and secrecy in all aspects of his life, he has no real *regard* for privacy.
Being empty, not being a complete, separate being, having no self to groove on and needing to be constantly in female company, he sees nothing at all wrong in intruding himself on any woman's thoughts, even a total stranger's, anywhere at any time, but rather feels indignant and insulted when put down for doing so, as well as confused- he can't, for the life of him, understand why anyone would prefer so much as one minute of solitude to the company of any creep around.
Wanting to become a woman, he strives to be constantly around females, which is the closest he can get to becoming one, so he created a "society" based on the family--a male-female couple and their kids (the excuse for the family's existence), who live virtually on top of one another, unscrupulously violating the females' rights, privacy and sanity.
Desperately insecure, fearing his woman will leave him if she is exposed to other men or to anything remotely resembling life, the male seeks to isolate her from other men and from what little civilization there is, so he moves her out to the suburbs, a collection of self-absorbed couples and their kids.
So, like a scared rabbit, he scurries off, dragging Daddy's little asshole along with him to the wilderness, the suburbs, or, in the case of the "hippie"- he s way out, Man!
--all the way out to the cow pasture where he can fuck and breed undisturbed and mess around with his beads and flute.
In the name of sharing and co-operation, he forms the commune or tribe, which, for all its togetherness and partly because of it (the commune, being an extended family, is an extended violation of the females' rights, privacy and sanity) is no more a community than normal "society".
He desires to get back to Nature, back to the wilderness, back to the home of the furry animals that He s one of, away from the city, where there is at least a trace, a bare beginning of civilization, to live at the species level, his time taken up with simple, non-intellectual activities--farming, fucking, bead stringing.
The "hippie" is enticed to the commune mainly by the prospect of all the free pussy--the main commodity to be shared, to be had just for the asking but, blinded by greed, he fails to anticipate all the other men he has to share with, or the jealousies and possessiveness of the pussies themselves.
The commune, therefore, is doomed to failure: each "hippie" will, in panic, grab the first simpleton who digs him and whisk her off to the suburbs as fast as he can.
*Conformity:* Although he wants to be an individual, the male is scared of anything in himself that is the slightest bit different from other men; it causes him to suspect that he s not really a "Man", that he s passive and totally sexual, a highly upsetting suspicion.
If other men are A and he' s not, he' must not be a man; he' must be a fag.
So he tries to affirm his "Manhood" by being like all the other men.
Differentness in other men, as well as in himself, threatens him; it means they're fags whom he must at all costs avoid, so he tries to make sure that all other men conform.
The male dares to be different to the degree that he accepts his passivity and his desire to be female, his fagginess.
The farthest out male is the drag queen, but he, although different from most men, is exactly like all other drag queens; like the functionalist, he, has an identity- he, is a female.
He tries to define all his troubles away--but still no individuality.
Not completely convinced that he' s a woman, highly insecure about being sufficiently female, he' conforms compulsively to the man-made feminine stereotype, ending up as nothing but a bundle of stilted mannerisms.
To be sure he' s a "Man", the male must see to it that the female be clearly a "Woman", the opposite of a "Man", that is, the female must act like a faggot.
So he created authorities--priests, experts, bosses, leaders, etc.
Wanting the female (Mama) to guide him, but unable to accept this fact (he is, after all, a *MAN*), wanting to play Woman, to usurp her function as Guider and Protector, (he sees to it that all authorities are male.
*Philosophy, Religion and Morality Based on Sex:* The male's inability to relate to anybody or anything makes his life pointless and meaningless (the ultimate male insight is that life is absurd), so he invented philosophy and religion.
Being empty, he looks outward, not only for guidance and control, but for salvation and for the meaning of life.
Happiness being for him impossible on this earth, he invented Heaven.
Religion not only provides the male with a goal (Heaven) and helps keep women tied to men, but offers rituals through which he can try to expiate the guilt and shame he feels at not defending himself enough against his sexual impulses; in essence, that guilt and shame he feels at being a male.
):* The male needs scapegoats onto whom he can project his failings and inadequacies and upon whom he can vent his frustration at not being female.
The male, totally physical, incapable of mental rapport, although able to understand and use knowledge and ideas, is unable to relate to them, to grasp them emotionally; he does not value knowledge and ideas for their own sake (they're just means to ends) and, consequently, feels no need for mental companions, no need to cultivate the intellectual potentialities of others.
On the contrary, the male has a vested interest in ignorance; he knows that an enlightened, aware female population will mean the end of him.
He 's never satisfied, because He s not capable of being satisfied.
The male changes only when forced to do so by technology, when he has no choice, when "society" reaches the stage where he must change or die.
The male "artistic" aim being, not to communicate (having nothing inside him, he has nothing to say), but to disguise his animalism, he resorts to symbolism and obscurity ("deep" stuff).
How can he who is not capable of life tell us what life is all about?
The lecherous male excited the lustful female; he has to--when the female transcends her body, rises above animalism, the male, whose ego consists of his cock, will disappear.
*Distrust:* Unable to empathize or feel affection or loyalty, being exclusively out for himself, the male has no sense of fair play; cowardly, needing constantly to pander to the female to win her approval, that he is helpless without, always on edge lest his animalism, his maleness be discovered, always needing to cover up, he must lie constantly; being empty, he has no honor or integrity- he doesn't know what those words mean.
The male likes death--it excites him sexually and, already dead inside, he wants to die.
Incapable of a positive state of happiness, which is the only thing that can justify one's existence, the male is, at best, relaxed, comfortable, neutral, and this condition is extremely short-lived, as boredom, a negative state, soon sets in; he is, therefore, doomed to an existence of suffering relieved only by occasional, fleeting stretches of restfulness, which state he can achieve only at the expense of some female.
Accelerating this trend is the fact that more and more males are acquiring enlightened self-interest; they're realizing more and more that the female interest is *their* interest, that they can live only through the female and that the more the female is encouraged to live, to fulfill herself, to be a female and not a male, the more nearly *he* lives; *he* s coming to see that it's easier and more satisfactory to live *through* her than to try to *become* her and usurp her qualities, claim them as his own, push the female down and claim she's a male.
As for the issue of whether or not to continue to reproduce males, it doesn't follow that because the male, like disease, has always existed among us that he should continue to exist.
A few examples of the men in the Men's Auxiliary are: men who kill men; biological scientists who are working on constructive programs, as opposed to biological warfare; journalists, writers, editors, publishers and producers who disseminate and promote ideas that will lead to the achievement of SCUM's goals; faggots who, by their shimmering, flaming example, encourage other men to de-man themselves and thereby make themselves relatively inoffensive; men who consistently give things away--money, things, services; men who tell it like it is (so far not one ever has), who put women straight, who reveal the truth about themselves, who give the mindless male females correct sentences to parrot, who tell them a woman's primary goal in life should be to squash the male sex (to aid men in this endeavor SCUM will conduct Turd Sessions, at which every male present will give a speech beginning with the sentence: "I am a turd, a lowly, abject turd," then proceed to list all the ways in which he is.
*It will be electronically possible for him to tune in to any specific female he wants to and follow in detail her every movement.
Every superman, every hero, no matter how epic, how much of a genius, or how powerful, is the prodigious expression of a race and an epoch only because he is composed at once of feminine and masculine elements, of femininity and masculinity: that is, a complete being.
Let man, freed from his family, lead his life of audacity and conquest, as soon as he has the physical strength for it, and in spite of his being a son and a father.
The man who sows doesn’t stop on the first row he fecunds.
Glitch Feminism Manifesto [EN] (2012)
Perhaps the point is not Deen himself and how he has been lauded via the wheel of favorable ratings by female audiences online.
Glitch Manifesto [EN] (2009)
he wandered the planes of phosphor burn-in, rubbed away dead pixels and now makes performances based on the cracking of LCD screens.
A Cyborg Manifesto [EN] (1984)
Although he includes the phenomenon of literal homework emerging in connecdon with electronics assembly, Gordon intends 'homework economy' to name a restructuring of work that broadly has the characteristics formerly ascribed to female jobs, jobs literally done only by women.
Also specific to S.C.U.M manifesto [EN] (1967):
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