Yes, Mistress.

Mar 2 00:36 UTC 2000

Oh no, it's the feminazi Gestapo again
thinking they got something to prove.
I'm a white Anglo-Saxon male
and they've got their tongues raised like clubs
ready to beat me like Rodney King.

I'm married, so I'm a breeder
never mind we're both queer
cause I could also be a liar and a cheater
Those that know derail our 'privilege' anyway.
I get slammed if I swing,
and slammed if I don't,
because I struggle for true faith
and peace of mind.
Yeah, I've made mistakes,
but their hypocrisy is worse.

They go on stage and bash all men for laughs
And nobody raises a fuss.
They'd be booed out of a job
If they pointed out they were black,
But they would never do that.
They cry about their relationships,
and how men are such jerks,
but I was always the one that got dumped.
You don't see me swaggering like some pimp.

Yeah, but they think
they might have a rap sheet on me,
so they profile me like some common nigger.
And just like a brother,
It's perilous if I try to object.
I know they would feel so vindicated
if they found something.

But alas, it's bitterly ironic
that I dream sexual dreams about them
and wish I had a Domme in my life.
Hot wax, handcuffs, and a little whip-teasing.

My wife just shakes her head
and wonders why.
She thinks they're full of shit.

response 2 of 16:

Mar 2 15:16 UTC 2000

A professional Domme is a prostitute with a whip.

response 4 of 16:

Mar 3 05:00 UTC 2000

John and I are just interjecting randomly. Pay no mind. 

response 6 of 16:

Mar 6 03:39 UTC 2000

Re #3:  Well, I think I understand you, at least partway.  Up through
the first four stanzas, until the point where you bring in the domme
image.  Then you lose me a bit; it's kind of hard to follow, because
I don't have anything like those fantasies.  Then again, I'm straight
and my fantasies are anything but exotic.
 
I have an SF anthology (editted by Orson Scott Card) which contains a
story about a co-ed boarding school where the boys lost interest in
their relationships because they found new toys.  Genetically engineered
sex toys.  Maybe weasel size, toothless and clawless.  Utterly defenseless,
these creatures screamed (in pain, implied the context) when penetrated.
The author implied that this was the standard male fantasy, the desire
to rape and hurt (and hear the results of the pain).
 
I showed this to my girlfriend.  She found it as ridiculous as I did.
Not only wouldn't I ever want such a thing, I wouldn't want to know
anyone who would; I want such people as far from my life as I can get
them.  But there it is, the feminazi model of masculinity.  Sexual
profiling.  You can't get away from it.
 
So yeah, I know only too well what you're talking about.  Maybe we can
get it banned from campus under hate speech codes, though...  }:-)>

response 8 of 16:

Mar 6 16:29 UTC 2000

hm... the entire feminazi model was created by confusion, so I don';t find
it surprising that its concepts cause confusion.  (whoa, alliteration.<hee>)