well color me proud, i got me a new fan. and this little boy is just drooling over me constantly judging by his e-mail. fucking appears to be the only thing on his mind judging by the number of times he uses that word.
so we're talking about adam. the thrust of the e-mail can be boiled down to 'you're fucking stupid and c.i. is a liar.' adam has offered his opinions, so here are my opinions of adam.
adam is fucking stupid. someone, enroll him in a literacy course so he can learn to read.
unlike the e-mails to c.i., which non-careful reader adam doesn't realize i'd read at the 1st of this week, adam doesn't try to be sweet.
he starts off all bluster and passion and ... like most men of his kind, he shoots his load quickly.
he's declaring war on me.
isn't that just like a man trying to overcompensate?
what a dick.
he sat down at the computer, pulled his little noodle out, and juked all over the keyboard.
was it good for you, little boy?
i had to laugh, i know you're not supposed to laugh at men when they can't keep it up, because i've never gone to his site (does anyone?) but he comes to my site.
remember that adam, you read me, i don't read you.
that makes you my fan or stalker.
rage away adam. scream and yell and type 'fuck" this or whatever.
i love my power, adam.
i was talking to kat about this (among other people, we all enjoyed your e-mail) and she slid me the thing she wrote wednesday night. she'd just finished her kat's korner, there was supposed to be a second 1, when ava asked her to read what c.i. had just finished.
c.i. had managed to just let it go. and rise above it.
adam can't do that. are we suprised he can't rise? i mean, limp noodle and all.
but kat said she decided not to post her piece on limp noodles because she felt c.i. had really achieved something and that the kat's korner would be a set back. she told me to use anything i wanted from it. so thank you, kat. bless you, kat. you are always supremely gifted and wise and in a world with an adam in it, that's even more important.
we need our strong voices and our wise ones. or else we'll be left to the adam boys of the world. god help us all if that day comes.
the only thing any of us learned from adam's e-mail (it was heavily circulated today, especially to my female bloggers) was that indeed adam was apparently trying to mock c.i.'s health.
what a big strong man!
ladies, is he taken?
i'm sure he is and my heart goes out to the woman.
abusive and rude, adam thinks i care about his opinion.
let me repeat adam, and hold onto little adam cause he's about to shrink even smaller, i don't read you. i've never visited your site.
never would.
never linked to it.
never will.
but i'm touched that you come to my site. maybe you'll learn something here?
probably not because you need to enroll in adult literacy course 1st.
reading and comprehension isn't adam's strong suit.
but what is? besides screaming and yelling?
no wonder, as sherry noted, 'no 1 even knows who he is.' no, they don't. and sherry, they never will.
as kat wrote in her hilarious never posted entry (which may go up in full here) he's a little fish trying to play it like a big 1. kat has this whole hysterical thing about men who stand like boys in the locker room, if you get my point, and it's about little limp noodle adam.
'you try so hard to be like the big boys.'
poor adam.
adam apparently wants to fuck me judging by his constant use of the word. well, adam, keep dreaming. not going to happen, but i've often been the fantasy and it's fine that i'm your new pin up.
why don't you buy a strap on and start wearing that so you can get an idea of what the big boys pack?
and maybe at some point, you can deal with my mind?
probably not. boys like you are so angry at women that it's impossible for you to see us as anything other than slaves to order around.
adam, i ain't your slave. i ain't your whore. and you ain't going to score.
so keep jerking off on your keyboard like the nasty little boy you are.
sherry asked me if i was going to quote adam and of course not.
he's a nothing. you don't quote a nothing.
remember how he tried to marshall his "fans" to bombard c.i. with e-mails? no 1 did. days later, c.i. gets a copy and paste of adam's plea for activism from community member dallas and is shocked because adam hadn't acted that way in e-mails. how was c.i. to know? no 1 reads adam.
apparently he thought i'd give him a strong write up and maybe send some readers his way.
adam i care about my readers, i would never inflict harm on them by sending them to you.
kat had a funny line about how he's a madonna ballad gone wrong. that was so true, kat.
i also love adam's attempts at spelling and how he never seems to know which word he's trying to use.
okay, let me stop laughing because adult illiteracy is a serious concern.
and reading adam's e-mail it was as though he was robert de niro running up to the bus and screaming to jane fonda, 'teach me to read!'
i don't know where adam lives, where the rock he crawls out from under each morning is. but in my general area we have the adult literacy resource and i strongly support their work. so maybe adam can go there? or maybe he can find something in whatever circle of hell he occupies?
i don't know. but he's a joke. he's a nasty, mean spirited, little boy of a joke, but a joke none the less.
and if he thinks he can bully me around, he's also a stupid joke.
women are getting tired of this and adam should realize his act is tired and old.
if he has something to say, he can blog on at his site. now granted, no 1 will ever see it, but he does have his own site.
he's just a hateful little thing. kat compared him to a little sharpie barking and growling until a medium size dog came along, then adam runs off, tail between legs - the largest thing ever hanging between those legs probably - whimpering.
adam appears to think that he's going to p.r. his hate speech into a career.
oh adam, you are so very laughable. and this time, you didn't have to drop your pants before the laughs started!
attack me all you want adam. i won't cower. i won't even blink. i will laugh at you.
you and your little dick don't impress me.
somewhere, someone told you that when you didn't get your way, the answer was to scream and yell. that doesn't let you get your way. it just makes you a screamer with a little dick.
as readers who can comprehend (and my normal readers can) know, i don't take this shit from you guys (and why is it allways the guys?). i don't play it.
i'm no damsel in distress, little adam. plan your attack strategy. i don't give a shit.
declare war all you want. as kat pointed out in her piece, nixon had to bomb cambodia to get it up. apparently you have to beat up on female bloggers.
i don't do 'high road' so adam is going to be even more frustrated than he normally is on a friday night.
unless his thing is a 'ball buster special.' some guys are actually into it. usually they can't be honest with their wives so they go to a prostitute or sex worker, but they really seem to get off on it.
one hand down his pee-stained fruit of the looms, the other at the keyboard, imagine the damage he could do! why he might ... piss himself?
i don't know what he thinks i'm going to cower.
but it's past time that these men who think they can scream abuse at women got called on it.
and, as one female blogger told me on the phone today, 'rebecca, you are our cat woman!' you know it.
trash me on your site, adam. maybe someone looking for information on a cartoon character will accidentally stumble across your site? if so, they'll learn about the woman who didn't back down to you. who won't back down to you.
adam thinks he knows everything. don't men like that always think that? i'm told by shirley (who's never been to his site either but heard this from c.i. who heard it from ron - getting the idea that he's about as popular as a show airing on the pax network?) that he has an issue he works on but his 'work' doesn't compare with krista's on the same subject. see, even passionate, adam peters out.
ain't that the way, ladies? the biggest mouths are always the most disappointing in the sack. i know i've blogged on that before but it bears repeating.
adam, keep e-mailing. i can always use a good chuckle.
and when you dream about me tonight, and you will, remember it's only in your dreams.
in real life, not only would i not sleep with you, i'd throw a drink in your face.
now adam probably would see that as a sign that he was 'in.' you know how those guys are. ladies, you feel me on this?
adam, i'm so above anything you're even qualified to dream about.
i made the mistake of telling my ex about it. i thought he'd find it funny. he didn't. he offered to kick your ass. i told him you weren't worth it and that your nasty little e-mail full of anger and rage didn't effect me in the least. but keep writing. maybe you'll manage to get it up and cross the line? if so, my ex is 6ft 3 inches. how big are you, little one?
no, not there. we all know you've got an inch and half there. we all know your mind is blown and your mouth drooling as you picture my ex. 'over 6 feet! he must be hung!' penis envy is such a sad trait especially from little boys who fancy themselves the blog equivalent of a cute little cartoon.
i wonder if he has the cartoon character on his p.j.s?
sexual analysis: adam it the little boy who couldn't score throughout high school and was overly keen and friendly in the locker room. ron, don't drop the soap!
sexual analysis: adam is frustrated. he questions his own manhood. he knows he comes up short so he bullies women and, when not doing that, wonders if just maybe he should consider being with men but lacks the guts to.
if adam continues to e-mail, i'll offer a more detailed analysis. i can do that. these are my opinions, adam. now go to your blog and write for yourself (because you're probably the only 1 reading it) what you think of me. i don't shy from controversy, adam.
give me all the publicity you can muster (which won't be much because boys like you can't muster much).
but he'll need time to compose his reply because my guess is that on some level he was looking for a ball buster special. he was looking to be called on his actions and put in his place. mommy issues. on the 1 hand, he can't deal with women due to mommy, on the other, he still wants a woman to play mommy and let the little boy feel safe and diapered.
now adam will probably feel i have said awful things about him.
i can do that. i can offer my opinions on any thing i want. he brought it on himself by e-mailing me and trying to intimidate me. keep writing adam, i'll keep commenting.
this actually goes to the theme i've been dealing with. abusive men who want to scream and yell and bully women. tonight we focused on little adam. he'll determine how often we continue to focus on him. and honestly, he probably loves the attention.
don't go to his site. not even to find out his response to me.
little boys always think a pissing match will get them attention. that was a concern 5 women bloggers had. that he was getting attention and his behaviors were attention seeking.
but see, i love all my fans. even the stupid 1s.
besides circulating his e-mail, i also printed it put it in the notebook i keep that i call 'stupid men who can't get it up.'
adam is a nothing. he's a nobody. he wants to ride a feud into fame. so readers, continue to avoid him. i won't call him a fucking liar only because i think he's stupid. he claims c.i. lied and i've read all of adam's e-mails to c.i. c.i. didn't lie. did adam? i think adam has a functional literacy problem.
that's why he thinks he said something that he never said.
i want to thank sherry who's encouraged me to share adam's e-mail. she's right that it is important that women see what he is really like. if he'd written me this months ago i could have shared it with c.i. and prevented c.i. from taking the high road.
as readers here know, i know c.i. we have a mutual friend. she's a psychologist. i passed adam's e-mail on to her and she told me that he was 'nuts.' that's the technical term? we both laughed.
'becky, he's seeing things that aren't written, he's like a sociopath.'
just my luck to get a nut job for a fan!
but we need to be nice to the nut jobs. they're one climb away from a clock tower at any given second.
any time you can get it up long enough to rage at me, adam, please do so because your e-mail is just too funny. we've all laughed about you today, every 1 i've shared the e-mail with. send more! please!
i won't always be able to read them because i do have a lot of readers who write (sorry, didn't mean to bring up a sore subject with you there, adam, honest, wasn't trying to put you into another size competition you could only lose). that's why i didn't read your e-mail until late in the morning.
except for elaine who thinks you're nuts (and is trained to recognize nuts) and my ex who really, really wants to kick your ass (don't wet yourself adam - too late? - i told him to leave you alone), the rest of us just registered shock at how stupid you were, how threatening you were and how sad you were. while laughing, granted. but women, and any man who's been next to you in a locker room, have no doubt been laughing at you for years.
so juke on your keyboard the next time little adam goes rigid (it does happen more than once a month, doesn't it? have you considered viagra?). and keep coming back to my site, you may learn something. even the stupidist man can learn something.
