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Florence King died this month at 80 years of age.
She was a popular conservative columnist, Hillary's nemesis, and a porn author. One of her porn books is still around, ALL THE YOUNG GIRLS, an incest tale of an underage girl. King said she wrote something like 62 porn novels.
Here's a sample of her style:
Now that I had a clear picture of my future, my tepid interest in marriage faded. I would be a career woman and have affairs, like George Sand. This decision brought me up against a double-barreled problem. I wanted no babies growing out of these future affairs and I was tired of losing valuable study time because of menstrual cramps. Since both problems could be solved with a sweep of the surgeon’s knife, I decided I wanted a hysterectomy.
Knowing better than to broach the subject to our family expert, I looked around for a woman of detached science to consult. The school nurse was a Yankee so I assumed she was free of womb-lust. I was wrong.
“You want to have an operation?” she gasped, eyes popping. “Oh, but—but—that’s against the law! A young girl like you…no doctor would ever…Where did you get such an idea?”
My heart sank, as it always would whenever I put my faith in a woman and she turned out to be a malkin. But it was too late now; I was already up Mama’s favorite creek without a paddle and there was no turning back. I plunged on with as much calm assurance as I could muster.
“I want to be a career woman. My periods interfere with my work.”
“But you wouldn’t even be you without your…er…the part you want removed. That’s the part that makes you a woman.” Her hand fluttered to her breast, a gesture I knew well. “Without your…er…that part of yourself, you’d be nothing but an empty shell!” She put a suitable hollow ring in her voice.
“Why?”
“Because an operation would mean that you could never have children!”
“I don’t want any.”
She looked as if she’d been stabbed. She did some lip-licking, then pulled herself together and gave me that confident puckish smile people use when they are getting ready to utter a cliché. “You’ll change your mind when you have some,” she said softly. “When you hold your first baby in your arms, you’ll know.”
Suddenly she tilted her head to one side like an inquisitive terrier and winked.
“Now, don’t let me hear any more of this silly talk. Remember,” she added, sobering suddenly, “when a woman has an operation, hair grows on her chin. You don’t want a beard, do you?”
King says she was lesbian but didn't like women, especially lesbian women, preferred the company of men, and was consequently bisexual tho mostly heterosexual in practice.
Some thoughts about lesbians:
"Would you believe the democratization of Lesbianism? Until the mid-seventies, the traditional or classic Lesbian was always a spinster and often a tweedy intellectual, with a stark glamour that titillated men and women alike. this is the woman that feminists destroyed when they pressured the media for 'positive images' of Lesbians.
"Suddenly open enrollment struck the Sapphic elite and dykes-for-the-masses were everywhere. We got the Lesbian detective, the Lesbian ghost, the Lesbian vampire, the possessed Lesbian, the Lesbian next door, the Lesbian with a heart of gold, the kept Lesbian, the other Lesbian, the Lesbian amnesiac, the Lesbian with cancer, and just plain Butch.
"Could it get worse? Yes. We also got the Jason's Mommy Lesbian.
"After her divorce, Jason's Mommy not only discovered her own potential but some other woman's as well. Having between them enough children to start a kindergarten, they decided to live together and practice family virtues..."
She died of heart disease on 6 January 2016.
She was a popular conservative columnist, Hillary's nemesis, and a porn author. One of her porn books is still around, ALL THE YOUNG GIRLS, an incest tale of an underage girl. King said she wrote something like 62 porn novels.
Here's a sample of her style:
Now that I had a clear picture of my future, my tepid interest in marriage faded. I would be a career woman and have affairs, like George Sand. This decision brought me up against a double-barreled problem. I wanted no babies growing out of these future affairs and I was tired of losing valuable study time because of menstrual cramps. Since both problems could be solved with a sweep of the surgeon’s knife, I decided I wanted a hysterectomy.
Knowing better than to broach the subject to our family expert, I looked around for a woman of detached science to consult. The school nurse was a Yankee so I assumed she was free of womb-lust. I was wrong.
“You want to have an operation?” she gasped, eyes popping. “Oh, but—but—that’s against the law! A young girl like you…no doctor would ever…Where did you get such an idea?”
My heart sank, as it always would whenever I put my faith in a woman and she turned out to be a malkin. But it was too late now; I was already up Mama’s favorite creek without a paddle and there was no turning back. I plunged on with as much calm assurance as I could muster.
“I want to be a career woman. My periods interfere with my work.”
“But you wouldn’t even be you without your…er…the part you want removed. That’s the part that makes you a woman.” Her hand fluttered to her breast, a gesture I knew well. “Without your…er…that part of yourself, you’d be nothing but an empty shell!” She put a suitable hollow ring in her voice.
“Why?”
“Because an operation would mean that you could never have children!”
“I don’t want any.”
She looked as if she’d been stabbed. She did some lip-licking, then pulled herself together and gave me that confident puckish smile people use when they are getting ready to utter a cliché. “You’ll change your mind when you have some,” she said softly. “When you hold your first baby in your arms, you’ll know.”
Suddenly she tilted her head to one side like an inquisitive terrier and winked.
“Now, don’t let me hear any more of this silly talk. Remember,” she added, sobering suddenly, “when a woman has an operation, hair grows on her chin. You don’t want a beard, do you?”
King says she was lesbian but didn't like women, especially lesbian women, preferred the company of men, and was consequently bisexual tho mostly heterosexual in practice.
Some thoughts about lesbians:
"Would you believe the democratization of Lesbianism? Until the mid-seventies, the traditional or classic Lesbian was always a spinster and often a tweedy intellectual, with a stark glamour that titillated men and women alike. this is the woman that feminists destroyed when they pressured the media for 'positive images' of Lesbians.
"Suddenly open enrollment struck the Sapphic elite and dykes-for-the-masses were everywhere. We got the Lesbian detective, the Lesbian ghost, the Lesbian vampire, the possessed Lesbian, the Lesbian next door, the Lesbian with a heart of gold, the kept Lesbian, the other Lesbian, the Lesbian amnesiac, the Lesbian with cancer, and just plain Butch.
"Could it get worse? Yes. We also got the Jason's Mommy Lesbian.
"After her divorce, Jason's Mommy not only discovered her own potential but some other woman's as well. Having between them enough children to start a kindergarten, they decided to live together and practice family virtues..."
She died of heart disease on 6 January 2016.
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