Re: In Defence Of A Goddess

From: John Hughes <nysalor_at_Xl0MHO1Le82HNzbVwOwJLLskN8sUWCrfZX7Oairg6aGLJ8jJFoQVuBIEDFBxaKQk3bUi>
Date: Wed, 09 May 2007 23:38:52 +1000


Oh dear, is the shiny new girl on the block getting all the attention? The other boys are fascinated. Won't they shut up talking about her? They don't want to play your boy games any more. Don't worry, there's an age old solution to that. The proven way to destroy a woman. Attack her sexuality.

Slut. Dyke.

She's not really a woman you know.

Which probably says more about the Storm Tribe than most of us are prepared to acknowledge.

Jeff continues to wank on by refusing to respond to the basic questions.
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> Really Svere? How many games have you ever run where Barntar was an
> important aspect of the game?
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Which has got me wondering Jeff, how many games have you **ever** run where Vinga was an important aspect? You don't seem to have the faintest fucking clue. There are at least three views of Vinga - hall, hearth and gateway. You seem incapable of comprehending anything beyond a bizarre distortion of the view from the hall, the Loyal Daughter devotees. Gateway means woman leaders and specialists, the most talented and motivated women of the clan. The leaders. Leaders now denied offspring. Leaders 'encouraged' into same sex relationships.

I was initially only faintly peeved by this misogynistic sexist shit, despite the fact that it was my work among others being so smugly shat upon. Tonight I reread the Vinga writeup with a mental crayon scribbling out every bit rendered false or useless by this latest self indulgent demolition. There is not much left.

And now I'm angry. Angry enough to say nothing.

Is it just coincidence that the two most popular community developed cults, Vinga and Sun County era Yelmalio, have both now been the subject of retro-fitting designed to totally knock the sails out of them?

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"There was a muddy centre before we breathed.  There was a myth before the myth began,  Venerable and articulate and complete.

 From this the poem springs: that we live in  a place That is not our own and, much more,  not ourselves, And hard it is in spite of  blazoned days."

Wallace Stevens. "Notes Towards A Supreme Fiction"              

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