Modern women were made for me because they are over confident and that makes them stupid.
They are so determined to be everything that a man can be they ignore their instincts and go where they shouldn’t go. They ignore their instincts and do what they shouldn’t do.
And I am glad. It makes what I do so much easier.
It means I don’t have to operate in the shadows. I don’t have to rely upon dark staircases or empty concrete parking lots.
Sunshine works just as well, sometimes it is even better than shadow. No one expects anything bad to happen during daylight.
One little pin prick and their muscles don’t work so well anymore. This stuff is fast acting. My poor girls end up disoriented and unable to speak and that just works in my favor.
It is easy to tell the concerned passerby that my sister is diabetic and that “I appreciate their concern but I have it under control.”
Sometimes they ask again if they can help and I cry. Tears roll down my face and I tell them how worried I am about her. ‘Why can’t she listen to the doctors and take care of herself.”
They almost always wish me good luck and tell me they hope my “sister” feels better real soon.
One woman at the park even helped out by using my keys to open the door to my car. She watched as I carefully placed my “sister” in the front seat and then told me what a good brother I was to take such good care of her.
“I wish my brother was as nice to me as you are to your sister.”
Until that moment I hadn’t planned on taking her “home” with me too, but after a compliment like that I knew what she wanted.
The really hard part was figuring out how to get her into the car without creating a big seen. I was careful to carry multiple syringes with me because you never could be too careful, but I had tossed the used on and all of the extras were in the trunk.
“Miss, this is going to sound stupid, but the last time my sister got like this she threw up and it got all over her clothes and hair. I am a guy and I haven’t a clue how to make a pony tail. Can you help me?”
She said yes and I popped open the trunk and grabbed a new needle. If that dumb bitch had any common sense she would have run, but she didn’t.
Less than five minutes later she was strapped in the back seat and I was on my way home with my new playmates.
That was five years ago.
I have had lots of new playmates since then but only a few of them are still with me. The others made bad choices and went to sleep elsewhere.
That made me kind of sad, especially because of how hard the others cried. No one likes having to say goodbye.
Kari is my oldest playmate. She and I have been really good friends for a long time now. It wasn’t always like that. Kari used to fight me all the time, but I told her if she didn’t stop we would have to get her sister Kim to come live with us too.
That was when I found out how jealous Kari was of her sister. She didn’t want Kim to live with us or to spend any time with me. Kari told me if we didn’t get Kim she would help me convince some other girls to be our playmates.
She didn’t have to ask me twice. How many men are lucky enough to have their woman agree to share them with other girls.
Now when we need new playmates Kari and I go looking together. Even though it was never hard for me to find new playmates I admit Kari makes it easier.
Since Halloween is coming soon we decided it might be fun to find a church that holds a Midnight Mass and to see if we can find a new playmate there.
Church is good. It is where we found our playmate Alex. Before she came to stay with us Alex was a police woman. Sometimes I miss her, which is why I want to go back to the same church we found her at.
With a little bit of luck Alex will be there too and we can bring her back home again but this time I know she’ll decide to stay.
Men aren’t supposed to be held captive by women
Rape isn’t about sex. It is about power. That is not particularly insightful nor profound. Go to any women’s center in any town and you’ll find plenty of literature about it accompanied by a call to end violence against women.
You won’t find a thing about men being raped and if you do it is almost always tied into some bad prison joke.
I never expected to learn how little I really knew about rape. I never expected to be locked up, lonely, afraid and violated in ways you never thought you could be.
The church had gotten past its brush with pedophile infamy. It had cleaned up the system and gotten rid of the priests.
But no one ever wondered or worried about police women.
I don’t know how long Alex has been gone, but this time I am listening for the sound of her footsteps. I won’t let her drug me this time. I won’t let Kari touch me. This time I am going to…