Men Are Pigs

“Tears are words that need to be written.”
~ Paulo Coelho

I don’t come to this conclusion lightly. I was raised to know no better where men are concerned. Had I had one positive influential man in my life maybe I wouldn’t have formed this harsh position.From a very young age men treated me like their toy.

My mother used to meet my dad at a bar after work on occasions, occasions meaning two or three times a week. In one instance I wanted to play the pinball machine but the age limit was sixteen and I was about nine.

A man my father worked with said I could play with him. Little did I know that he meant literally. As I watched my mother and father smoking, laughing and drinking from their barstools, I approached Ken at the pinball machine not five feet away. I just wanted not to be bored in the bar!

I stood at the pinball machine and Ken stood straddling behind me readying himself to show me how to play. My hands on the buttons right and left, Ken’s hands on top of mine. I felt something hard in my back like a pool stick jabbing me, I wriggled and squirmed but thought it was just a pain in my back. It wasn’t.

I lost the game and Ken offered me another quarter, if I reached in his pocket to get it out. I thought nothing strange by that request so I went fishing. I couldn’t find a quarter; he pressed my hand firmly into him and the pool stick that was in my back, surfaced in his pocket.

I tried pulling my hand out immediately upon feeling flesh, but he was bigger and stronger pressing harder and harder my hand into his penis. He whispered, “Get the quarter baby, get the quarter.”

My eyes of fear darted to my mother and father, laughing, singing and my mother’s eyes caught mine. I looked at her as if to scream, HELP ME! Something wet was now in his pocket with a hole and my hand was released and I ran to the stool behind my mother.

“What’s the matter? You don’t like pinball?”

Tears were welling in my eyes and I said I had to go to the bathroom. She wouldn’t let me walk all the way in the back, through beer drinking drunks, so she said she’d go too.

“Don’t tell your father! He’ll kill him.” That’s what I was told after I told my mother when she kept insisting something was wrong after many days of my feeling violated. I saw the man many times after that but never again did I play pinball when he was in the bar. She knew something was wrong, knew something had happened that night, and after I finally broke down and told her, she said, ‘don’t tell’!!!

Isa.27: 11 When the boughs thereof are withered, they shall be broken off: the women come, and set them on fire: for it is a people of no understanding: therefore he that made them will not have mercy on them, and he that formed them will shew them no favour.

I wanted him dead but I remained silent. Tell no one. That is what I learned when men were abusive pigs to me, even if the pig was my own brother throwing me on the bed demanding me to ‘rub his balls.’ Don’t tell!

Man after man relentlessly tried, none was ever again going to be successful in breaking me; that is until… I would never see men as the upstanding pillar of strength. That bond was broken after years and years of immoral behavior being displayed by men. Porn is what men were about. My brothers loved looking at naked women, they loved masturbating and being self-fulfilled. Men thought of women as whores who belonged in bondage and enjoyed seeing them in bondage too. This was my childhood shaping of men.

How many times had my brother stood at the foot of my bed, playing with himself as I lay sleeping? Waking up and being yelled at was not an option. Tell no one!

Isa.32:9 Rise up, ye women that are at ease; hear my voice, ye careless daughters; give ear unto my speech.

After the advent of the internet, men could now feed their lusts more easily. But I’ve noticed men don’t stop at ogling women, they’re pigs and a naked girl of sixteen, eighteen, or twenty is just as satisfying as a woman with falsified breast. I think of the GROWN men who make comments about a very young and undefiled child like LeeAnn Rimes or Taylor Swift saying, “Man, she’s hot! I’d like to…” You get my meaning, right?

Nowadays, the media feeds us the degradation of women, and children being raised now feel this is how women are. Women are whores waiting to be taken by men and shown who’s boss.

Rom. 1: 26 For this cause God gave them up unto vile affections: for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature:

Magazine cover after magazine cover, airbrushed women after airbrushed women, tv shows, cheerleaders and scantily clad children are being forced in our face and no one, not even the President is doing one thing about it. Man has lost my respect.

Titus 2: [3] The aged women likewise, that they be in behaviour as becometh holiness, not false accusers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things;[4] That they may teach the young women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children,

Women need attention and man has showed them that if you’re half naked, you’ll get their attention. Do you wonder why I trust no one? Even after I became a born again Christian, I asked God to show me men who could be respected and trusted, just as recently as four or five years ago, He’s showed me a few.

Thank you Jesus! Now come and wipe the leftovers off the face of the earth. They are not here for me to judge! Their sin is not MY sin. (my new mantra)

Luke 18: 43 And immediately he received his sight, and followed him, glorifying God: and all the people, when they saw it, gave praise unto God.