* I will put a trigger warning on this post because it can be triggering for some readers.

I am sitting here thinking. Pounding a thought that has been with me for quite some time now. It’s been coming and going for the last two years or so, a thought regarding rape and what it means. I am specifically thinking about the act carried out by the rapist. Is it something ”anyone can do”? Is it something that is limited to a certain group of people? A certain group of members of the human population? If that is the case, who is that group? On what basis is it tied to this group? And if it makes sense to pin this horrifying act onto one group, why is it that society in general (especially on the juridical level) doesn’t handle it as such?

Rape, a word I see and hear being used more and more in day to day language, is for me tied to an act in which nothing but the worst sides of sexualised terror can be applied. This word, however, is more and more being devalued, watered down. People–and it goes without saying overwhelmingly, us males–throw it around like it carries no real value any more. Young men (and not so young men) playing video games can often be seen writing (or speaking using a microphone while playing online) that ”I just raped you” or ”I’m going to rape you”. Meaning to them that they just did a ‘wonderful’ kill in some FPS (First Person Shooter) game or that they are going after other players in an attempt to kill them to score points. This is of course but one example in which I so often hear (or see) this term being thrown around, seemingly without any real thought behind what actually lies behind the word. What does it truly mean? Does it mean getting kills playing computer games online? Really? I’m not satisfied with that option. Does it mean when men say it to other men that might have hurt their balls from falling in bad ways? ”Ohh, you just got so raped…” really? Does it mean we men having our balls hurt by falling over certain objects that might smack us, painfully, between the legs? Nah, I’m not satisfied with that either. Rape, to me, is a word that should make anyone think ”it’s horrifying/disgusting/indefensible. No one deserves to be raped”, yet it is thrown around without hesitation to the situation and often in combination with laughter among an ever-growing part of the human population.

Before I go on I just want to acknowledge that I am fully aware this is a topic that is hard to handle by many, and rightly so, it is a gruesome act of sexualised violence. An act in which penetration of an orifice–vagina, anus, mouth–has become, for the perpetrator, an urge (this is my personal opinion I might point out) to satisfy a lust to sexually violate. Another way to put it is the perpetrator’s pleasure of penetration–with or without force– triumphs the well-being and needs of the victim.

I might, with these opening words, already have cast a shadow as to whom I am thinking is the soul carrier of this gruesome act. Us males. My own belief is that rape is an act that can only be performed by males. You might disagree with me, but I do hope you will at least read the rest of the post and see my reasons as to why I believe it is so.

Rape is described in dictionaries as ”unlawful sexual intercourse or any other sexual penetration of the vagina, anus, or mouth of another person, with or without force, by a sex organ, other body part, or foreign object, without the consent of the victim. ” The act itself is described well here, however, I do disagree on the part that says ”other body part, or foreign object” I also believe it is very vague to simply say ”by a sex organ”. It’s not just any sex organ, it’s the male sexual organ: the penis. How on earth could you ever penetrate anyone with any other sex organ besides the penis/cock/dick/ladystick (the very specific male sex organ has a few names attached to it)? The sneaky thing here that has been done by men, who I believe are the ones who have written this juridical based definition anyway, is to tone down the very male perpetrator itself by being vague and not stating the obvious, for example, the only sex organ possible to penetrate with is the penis. It is us males who carry the weapon, the penis, to do this act. No one else.

I don’t believe females can commit rape. I don’t believe all males are rapists. I believe females can commit hideous crimes of sexual nature, with or without objects. I believe males can commit hideous crimes of sexual nature that is not rape. But Rape, the very core definition for me, is straight up an act of a very specific form of sexualised male violence, which is centred around the penetration with the penis, without the victim’s consent. The amount of force/violence applied to make this happen is irrelevant. The very purpose of rape is for a male to penetrate his victim with his penis. His penis is the weapon and the target is most often a female.

The overwhelming group who are victims of this act are females. This goes without saying. You can look rape statistics up, any place in the world, to see that the overwhelmingly majority of victims of this horrifying sexualised act are female. To joke around with this, to joke around and use it in day to day language is to trivialize a very specific ”systematic” act that we males do overwhelmingly against females all over the planet.

I understand holding this view upsets a lot of people, that I centre rape around us men, but my point here is not to devalue or minimize or trivialize sexually violent behaviors in any way/shape or form. My point is to highlight that we males need to be held collectively accountable for something that occurs on a systematic level among us.

To me, in order to be able to stop rape, one has to be able to define what it truly means. To stop rape is to start highlighting this very specific act of male aggression and sexual violence. The use of force ”to mount” is what rape is. And ”to mount” someone is a very specific act attached to males.

For too long, juridical processes under this patriarchy have watered down the meaning of this male act of sexual violence, so it has become almost invisible. It happens on such a large scale in day to day society that so many people no longer seem to care to think about what the act entails, from the perpetrator to the victim, when a man rapes a woman, child, nonhuman animal or another man.

Now, I need to point out that what I am not saying here is that being penetrated by a foreign object or any other body parts in vagina, anus or any other orifice by violence and without consent is not a hideous crime. Of course it is. Any form of sexual violence, perpetrated by a male or a female should be seen as a hideous crime and dealt with as such. But can we be honest and call it something else? sexual assault? Sexually aggravated assault?

Rape to me means the very specific act of gruesome violation of bodily integrity by a male with the core purpose of pushing his sex organ, the penis, inside of the victim without consent. It is a form of an ultimate sexual expression of domination by the perpetrator and it is without a doubt happening to women on a massive scale. It is systematic from men unto women around the world. It’s endemic. It’s sexual terrorism. It has, in this patriarchy, the sole purpose of violating the boundaries of females. To show them their bodies are not theirs, but belong to us men, whenever we want.

One way some people argue to stop rape is to allow us men to buy certain women, prostitutes or sex workers as some also call them. Women working within the sex industry – an industry that shall function as some kind of legalized rape institution. That men who want to stick their penises into women when they want, now can pay to rape instead. Because that is what it is to me. Paid rape. These women (and sometimes trans people and sometimes men) consent to the money not to the actual sex. Think about it. How often have you met anyone you love and care for that has told you before any sexual activity has taken place between the two of you–whether or not penetration has been part of that sexual act–that you have to pay them first?

It is a very specific act of male violence. It is a hideous form of male violence and it is time we men collectively start naming this problem. Highlight it. Make it visible and help stop it. Females are increasingly being left out in the cold regarding this one, together with a growing number of male victims.

If you don’t think rape as a term should be ‘limited’ to this very specific act of male aggression, then are you willing to name a suggestion of a term/word we could use? We need a word that exclusively name this very specific problem.

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The morning walk – a short story

As she gently walked over the meadow, feeling the soft touch of the ground underneath her bare feet, the sun came through the tall trees that stood majestic at the end of the meadow. The sunlight softly touched her face, warming up the skin and slowly began sending warmth through the body. It was early morning and life was still waking up from its nightly sleep.
She stopped for a minute, gazing towards the tree-line, towards the rising sun. The sheer beauty of what she saw made her feel at peace, in harmony. Slowly breathing in the early morning air of summer. The world, so alive, so rich with magic and wonder, she thought to herself, as she slowly began to move forward again. Around her on the meadow life was waking up as the sun continued to warm up the area. A couple of bumblebees, if still a bit tired, were making their early morning routes over the area. Landing on one flower after the other. Participating in the joy of morning.
She stopped again. A gentle breeze came by, a bumblebee, sitting on a flower right where she stood, made her best effort to stay on the flower as the flower began to move in rhythm with the wind.
The woman closed her eyes and felt how the wind gently ran through her hair and then wrapped her inside a gentle breeze for a brief moment and then it was over. Another encounter of wonder in a world full of richness and life.
She began moving forward again, making sure to look where she put her feet to try and minimize the damage a pair of human feet can cause. She let her fingertips move through the taller grass, feeling the energy of friendship between the tip of the grass and her fingertips. The contact, the communication between fingers and the grass felt joyful, a gentle tickle. The ground started getting a bit firmer as she came closer to the tree-line, something her feet were quick to adapt to.
The ground, a bit colder now, not yet touched by the sun’s rays.
She moved in between the tree-line, into the forest. Inside, birds were already in full swing, having their morning chatter, planning for today’s events and rounding up last night’s gossip. A crow passed by above, giving a ‘good morning’ while flying off into adventures unknown.

The moment of a peaceful walk was slowly coming to an end as she started to see home a few minutes’ walk away. The sheer beauty of this time made her footsteps feel light and easy as she suddenly found herself standing in front of the house. With slow steps she moved up to the front door, opened it, turned around and, with a smile on her face, glimpsed out over the beauty of the world outside the house. “See you tomorrow”, she whispered, turned around and closed the door behind her.

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Casey Neill – Dancing on the ruins of multinational corporations

So summer is on the doorstep for many. And what better to have some uplifting music to get those outdoor campfire parties going? This is a song that has many years on its neck being made back in the mid 90s if I’m not completely mistaken. It has a lyric–not to mention that catchy music–that makes me smile every time I hear it and puts me in a good mood.

Anyway. Enjoy.


We’re dancing on the ruins of multinational corporations
Dancing on the ruins of multinational corporations
Dancing on the ruins of multinational corporations
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

Say ”goodbye” to plastic and ”goodbye” to cars
No more convenience stores; ”Hello” to stars!
No more Wall Street and no more Pentagon
Thinking about these things makes me happy.


Goodbye to polystyrene–we’ll put an end to the waste,
There is no time for debating; we have to make haste
If we’re going to survive without computer program minds
We’re going to have to can pop culture!
And say hello to campfires and stomping bare feet
and naked amoebas hungry to eat.
Hello to primal consciousness and love for the land,
now that coyotes are running the country


Sayonara to suburbia and well manicured lawns
Bye-Bye Barbie and Ken doll pawns
no more developers or slimeball execs
your condos are on fire


No more christian country–we’ll have pagan deities
and when we’ve destroyed technology, we all will be free
The pavement will be ripped up, and the skyscrapers cut down
yes! we are coming for your children


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Industrial Civilization – The Ultimate Micromanager

A very good and thoughtful post. ”The importance of what we do for a living is grinded into our thought process at a young age. It’s to get us to submit to the paradigm that nothing is more important than the economy.” I could not agree more with this. Anyway enjoy this post.

Moving Forward

I was talking to my Mom about my Dad retiring from the workplace in the near future.  My Mom thinks my Dad is ready to retire, but once he does he’s going to miss work because work gives him a sense a purpose and he’s always doing something so now he will have all this time on his hands when he retires.

This got me thinking.  First, this is a white privileged conversation because not everyone gets to retire, but second, the defining of us by job titles in the workplace in Industrial Civilization is one of biggest reasons why life on this planet is at death’s doorstep.

The importance of what we do for a living is grinded into our thought process at a young age.  It’s to get us to submit to the paradigm that nothing is more important than the economy.

I think if we asked each…

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Self-Serving Prophecy

”Death Is All I see When I look at the world we have built and Death is the majesty we all have to face” – Reverend Bizarre

I am living in the outskirts of a city so whenever I’m out walking or taking the bus into the city center or walking towards the city center I’m struck with how much death that is always around us industrial humans, and further, us city humans. We truly do live in a time by which murder is being waged upon the natural world at an alarming rate.  The city I live in has roughly a population just above the 100 000 mark so in contrast to ”mega” cities this is a small little place. This however don’t just center itself around one city or this particular city. The war waged upon the natural world is stunning. To be able to live like the way we–industrial humans and more to the point ”first world” industrial humans–do is by allowing members of our society to turn living communities into dead commodities.

All this is kind of ironic because at a psychological level there is this tremendous fear of death. We are supposed to always look young, stay young. Aging is not good. We shall aim to ”live long” whatever that even means. I thought living meant to enjoy your time in the moment. How can one possibly know how tomorrow looks? I don’t mean one can’t have plans but I mean there is absolutely nothing to foretell if you are going to live tomorrow or not. I think one should not focus so much on what one wants to do in 20 yrs but rather live today. It’s not about how much time one spends on Earth but what you make with the time you have here. Oh the Irony as our way of life murders life itself.

The Abrahamitic religions have, if you ask me, done their best to paint death as something horrible. You can turn up in hell if you are not an obedient servant to God/Allah (which today for many just spells money). An entity that seem to spend a lot of time pitting humans against one another in his name. A prankster god or an demon? For us in the west there is no denying that Christianity has formed much of what has led us onto the path that have spawned Industrial Civilization as we know it. The aim to have control over life itself because we have been taught such horrible things about death and in the end ‘we’ (as a collective) go full force into murdering life as we know it. An eerie thought is kind of haunting me when I think of this stuff of the self-serving and more to the point the self-fulfilling prophecy, the apocalypse, that is being mentioned more than once in the bible and other Abrahemitic based texts.

On the path to fulfill this prophecy we must make sure to erase ”wildness”. While there might be trees in cities a lot of times they are standing in perfect lines with a nice cut lawn in the area. We humans have to be disconnected from the Earth. It’s to me no wonder we often say ”animals and humans” for example. The disconnection starts there even though we are animals ourselves. Further those deemed to be animals are then seen as being dumb, lesser, no sense of self an so on and so forth. Everything has to be controlled and contained. I believe that what we call Abrahemitic religions for the most part came up in a way to control, contain and confine spirituality and a logic part–from such a perspective–of doing that is to make sure to eradicate anything that can remind us about what it means to be free, wild and free, free will… None can exist.

So while I get sad, deeply sad, when I read things such as 200 species goes extinct everyday or that about the 7,000 human languages that still exists today about half are no longer taught to children, I can see why it happens. Nothing can exist outside this self-fulfilling prophecy. The cross and the star and crescent to me symbolizes nothing short but our doom.

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Where dreams are murdered

”Man makes rivers turn black, Man makes war. Has man gone too far? Everywhere she looks she sees man” – Chellis Glendinning

I know this blog might have been all over the place in the last year or so and maybe I should try and write more than I do. I have ideas but I never really get to wrap my head around how to approach them in a way that satisfies me. I think this is one of the issues with living with adhd and autistic tendencies. Not always is the hyperactivity bodily but can be a mish mash of thoughts and you have a hard time grasping onto one and make something out of it. It’s very frustrating.

There are things that worries me, deeply, worries me. A lot of what I tried to give some thoughts too (while not always been that good in articulating perhaps) is still haunting me and I can’t give it any rest. The constant move of the hivemind of members of the dominant culture away from the real world and getting more and more lost in the abstract is scary. In an age where I for the past two years or so can’t lay to rest the increasing of strong winds in the areas where I live. Storms are so much more frequent now than ever before. The seasons are starting to get pushed forwards into the year, and, maybe you think that it don’t have to be a problem. Well, it is since the sun hours are not shifting. They remain the same. Meaning plants and so on gets tougher and tougher to adapt since around here summer time are very short in terms of sun hours, if it gets too cold and/or too warm more loosely connected to the sun cycle plants and bushes and trees will have a harder time bearing fruit and growing as they have adapted to the sun cycle and in extension what feeds us will get a tougher time to reproduce so we can eat. One could brush this of as just temporary shifts if it were not for the fact that climate connected events are happening all over the planet. This is what happens here where I live. In other parts of the planet there is droughts, storms, heavy rainfalls that ruin crops, cold temperatures that kills and so on and so forth. This stuff genuinely concerns me. Yet few seems to even notice it in their rush to work, to the gym, to the shopping mall. I wonder if the average industrial human even bother to gaze at the starsky any more and marvel of the sheer beauty that happens at night above their heads.

Have you by the way thought about every time you let your fingers gently move over a leaf or two or three on a branch on a tree, not only do you feel the tree but the tree feels you? Do you think that if you hug a tree that the tree hugs you back? I’m sure, unless the tree have a bad day, it do hug one back. Trees are awesome. I have thought about what if one was born a tree what could be one of the worst things one could experience? I have no doubt the sound of chainsaws is scary to trees. The sound of chainsaws scares me too. Today it usually signals the destruction of yet another green area. That’s going to be turned into a concrete space or made into a monocultural lawn. Sometime it’s also of course another clear cut. The destruction of forests goes quite fast these days in this part of the world. But no one thinks about that because the abstract is more interesting. The real world, upon which we all own our lives and are dependent on for our very survival, is far down the list of peoples attention span these days. ”Forests precedes us and deserts dogs our heels” as Philosopher Derrick Jensen puts it. Brilliant wording. I agree with that.

As I’m writing these words the oldest cat I live with, I share living space with two cats, are laying very comfortable on a chair here next to me. So peaceful. On her back. I wonder what she is dreaming about. If you are a cat owner have you ever noticed, or thought about, that if you sleep next to a cat you more often meet them in your dreams than if they don’t sleep next to you? I don’t even know if its just my imagination or not but it seems to happen to me. It’s cool. I remember reading a line from an Aztec poem once in some book that I sadly can’t remember which one it was, but I remember the line it read ”That we come to this earth to live is untrue: We come but to sleep, to dream”. I’m not sure I even understands it but it got stuck in my head for some reason.

I think we live in a society where dreams dies. We live in a culture and a society now in which dreams are murdered. What matters are production, progress. To turn living communities into commodities and without living communities no dreams. What’s that you say? You feel unwell. That’s no problem. You are but a resource and can easily be replaced.

There was another storm going on today. It felt like a storm one expects in autumn. It was extremely windy. In other parts of Sweden some men of religious faith think it’s cool to tell women to sit at the back of the bus, so they are separated from us men. Of course in a progressive society this is all good as long as it happens under religious freedom according to some people. I guess its easy to say we should not bother when one is not the one being targeted. I noticed this is just how people often responds to most situations of bullying, intimidation and so on. If one is not the one being targeted just let it slide. As long it don’t interrupt production it’s all good. But there is a *big* exception when all of us should care and it have to do with land theft and laying hands upon resources. Then those to whom it will benefit the most–those in power–will use every trick in the book to sell propaganda to the rest of society to stir up hatred and in ‘we’ go to disrupt this or that nation in the name of democracy. Funny how it works. When ‘we’ got what we want it is time to move on. I guess the overall message to take away from this is that never interfere in things you don’t benefit from.

It is quite funny how I when I began this journey of trying to reconnect to earth and life itself that I often felt like such strong emotions of like ‘waking up’. These days I just ask myself how could I have been so blind to not seen what was going on before my eyes all this time? My answer to myself is always the same I was as preoccupied as most others by the abstract. I was living my life among punks and metal heads in the music subcultures feeling all special and ”against the mainstream society” yet, looking back at it, I acted like most members of this culture. I was caught up in the abstract.

I’ve been thinking a bit about truly being ”against the norm, against society” and I think I finally got an answer. Be nice. Give a shit. Speak up against bullying. Speak up against the horrible treatment of nonhuman animals. Fall in love with the land. Learn about your nonhuman neighbours and so on and so forth. I can say that in today’s society you don’t get much more ”against the norm” than that. Try to do whatever is in your reach and what you feel comfortable in doing to protect the ability to have dreams to enjoy dreams and to be able to share dreams.

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Intersections: Climate Change, Environmental Degradation, and the Proliferation of Prostitution

This is an most excellent and thoughtful post


Prostitution was a huge breaking factor between myself and liberal feminism. As I have written several times on my site, it is quite frustrating that liberal feminist sites are so blindly ”pro sex-work,” and not just because it means supporting an institution that is inherently violent and exploitative towards women. By flinging accusations of ”whorephobia” at anyone who believes prostitutes are exploited and that prostitution should be abolished, liberal feminists have effectively shut down important intersectional conversations regarding climate change, environmental degradation, and the proliferation of prostitution – all as a result of intense globalization.

In ”An Analysis of Global Sex Trafficking,” Cheryl O’Brien states that ”Connected to neo-liberal policies, globalization has displaced people in favor of cash crop agriculture, increasing the landless and leading to increased labor migration and urbanization, which separates families. Globalization contributed to urbanization, causing people to leave rural homes in search of work in factories…

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