Porn Loving Misogynist Wants an Award (Cookie)
June 3, 2012

This porn loving misogynist who masturbates to the exploitation of women (there is no reason to suspect he views gay porn) would like an award for deceiving his adult daughter. In his eyes, she thinks he is the perfect father who would never treat women like “those other men” do.
He wants an award, so I got an award for him:
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Goddammit.
Not that he didn’t watch porn, but that he didn’t get caught. What an asshole.
May I say that he is a horrible father? Ok, cool. HE IS A SHITTY FATHER!!!!
All these d00ds care about is getting away with it. They LOVE it. Uh, TW for the next bit.
It reminds me of serial killers, rapists: leaving notes, ‘calling cards’, taking trophies. Not only is there a thrill in getting away with it, there is a thrill in taunting your victims. Taunting them because they can’t stop you, or because (in this case) it’s too late to stop him. UGH UGH UGH.
I have been thinking about this and have realized what really got me:
1. Those are all activities which should be kept private anyway. Big whoop, you get no cookie.
2. He puts them all in the same category. They don’t all belong there, but he puts them there, I guess because they all involve his dick and that is all that counts. He puts her mother in the same category as “porn star.” And, if one believes societal messages, intercourse between a man and a woman is supposed to be a natural, non-harmful, beautiful thing. Private, yes, but not harmful or disgusting. Masturbation, there is nothing wrong with that, either. He clearly doesn’t believe this, and puts both in the “porn” category.
And yes, he is a bad father and I am willing to bet that despite how smooth he thinks he is the daughter (and the wife!) know all about his “habits” by how glaringly sexist/racist and porn-poisoned he is in conversation, the bedroom. Men always let that stuff slip in.
And he is just as proud as a peach. Because, he had to make the postcard, address and stamp it and mail it and watch for it to post. It’s like a little boy wanting to put a scribble on the refrigerator.
Or a serial killer happily cutting out articles in the newspaper about his handiwork.