Meet Kyle Payne, Pro-Feminist Sexual Offender!

By the end of the day, feminists are a pack of loud, rancorous, tedious, involuted, inhumanly BORING animals. And drama queens—that too! Nobody else honestly cares about them and, sadder still, they don't honestly care about them! But they stick together like mucous because, even though they can't stand each other any more than the world can stand them, they know that if they go their separate ways, they will DIE their separate ways. And bless their little hearts, but they are deathly afraid to die alone!

If you wonder what the feminists are on about, the answer is: essentially nothing. For what is death if not nothingness? But they love to make noise, they love to squawk importantly, they love to be the center of attention—all of which helps them to keep death at bay. That they are "sick" need not surprise us, but sickest of all are the ones who seek their attention. I call such people sickest of all, because what could possibly be sicker than a little attention whore whoring after the attention of a bigger attention whore?

Today, I would like to introduce you to one of those little attention whores. The name of this pink little worm, is Kyle Payne. The surname resonates quite a bit, but I'll leave you to cop that buzz on your own time. Kyle Payne belongs to a male sub-species which we of the MRA call collaborationists, or "manginas". And before I go any further, I should inform you that Kyle has a blog which you can view HERE: http://kylepayne.wordpress.com/

But now I should explain why Kyle Payne is a person of interest. You see, in addition to being a "mangina" of the classically molluscoid genre, it appears that Kyle is also a sexual predator! I mean, that Kyle is two categories of slimeball rolled into one! Interesting chap, wot?

Kyle Payne was a 22-year-old student at Buena Vista University in Storm Lake, Iowa. Kyle, as a sensitive male, was active in the feminist culture on his campus. He was also employed as a resident advisor in a dormitory, and one day (in the capacity of his office it seems), he entered one of the bedchambers in the building and photographed a breast. This was done without the expressed permission of said breast's owner—said owner being passed out unconscious on the bed in an alcoholic stupor.

Kyle was entangled in several other counts of misconduct, including the presence of child pornography on his laptop computer. He was sentenced to six months in the Buena Vista county jail. For more of his story—his incarceration and whatnot—I'll send you HERE: http://tinyurl.com/cxmcb8 . You'll be treated to long paragraphs of introspective fancy-dancing and hand-wringing piddle-paddle straight from the horse's mouth himself. Hey, Kyle's a bright college kid; he knows how to pitch the slop!

(By the way, did you know that Kyle Payne is a supporter of critical literacy? Check THIS, you gaping hillbilly: www.learnnc.org/lp/pages/4437 So how does it feel to be critically illiterate?)

Belledame, a liberal lesbian who writes the Fetch My Axe blog, offers her take on the pained ruckus HERE: http://tinyurl.com/5gjywp. Belledame's self-indulgent style might wear upon your nerves after two or three paragraphs, but patience grasshoppers! Here's a snippet:

"So, I'm surfing around, procrastinating, you know how it goes, and I find what appears to me at first to be yet another garden variety (as these things go, there aren't actually THAT many of them I don't think) male radical feminist blog, one Kyle Payne. Since I'm in the mood to snark, I read and roll my eyes a bit: yeah, your classic: all of 22 years old and teddibly teddibly earnest, doesn't seem totally rabid or nothin' but your basic pompous, sanctimonious hetboy dweeb fangirling Andrea Dworkin and other Famous Not The Fun Kind Feminists for whatever reason. Yeah, there are a few of these around, mostly kind of, well, um, creepy and risible in a milquetoast way at best, foamingly horrid at worst. Ime, imnsho, etc."

What towers above all else in that twittering passage, is that here we have a self-declared feminist of some standing in the online feminist community whose gut feeling about pro-feminist lickspittles of Kyle's sort, is nearly identical to my own! Heavens, I am seeing eye-to-eye with a feminist, and that makes me fear for my soul! :-( As to Kyle's specific offense in the present case, Belledame's reaction is an angry "fuck you!", in contrast to my own more restrained "yuck!"

If you dig around, you'll soon discover that Kyle is a cause célèbre among cyberspace feminists. They've assembled quite a posse to run his arse out of Dodge, and a number of feminist bloggers are doing what they can, to sing his glory to the ends of the universe. One of the ringleaders in the "barbecue kyle" movement is RenegadeEvolution, a porno-professional and quasi-feminist of the "sex-positive" school who persistently gets flayed by radical feminists. (Such is the tectonically fractured landscape on which these dramas unfold!) RenEv has blogged like all hell about Kyle, and you'll find these cat-clawed writings arrayed in a string for your reading convenience HERE: http://snipurl.com/ffl0g . . .with pertaining links sprinkled throughout.

Yes, they are howling for Kyle Payne's blood! Another notable member of that lynch mob, the nauseating Ginmar, is well-known to MRAs who have been on the scene for a while. For your information, Ginmar is so foul that even Ampersand won't put up with her shit! Now think what sport it would be, to duct-tape Kyle and Ginmar face to face, then sew them into a giant gunny-sack with a pack of wild Australian dingo dogs and heave the whole yapping, writhing mess off the Vernita bridge into the mighty Columbia river! Well hey, what's imagination worth, if you can't imagine things . . . right? ;)

More than anything, the feminists are enraged because Kyle parades himself under color of feminism, blogging upon feminist issues, linking to feminist websites, and so on. They are also wroth that he has not made a perfect act of contrition: he has not abased himself; he has not grovelled. But for me, given that I am a non-feminist, such feminist parochialities hold merely an observational interest. I am like an entomologist gazing into a microscope, learning what I can learn about that little world down yonder.

All the same, let' be clear about something: Kyle Payne is a crawling form of life. And I doubt not that every feminist on earth would agree with me. Ahhh. . . but the feminists have their reasons, and I have mine, and that is where the road forks! For the feminists (as you might expect) see this as only another chapter in the chronicles of male culpa, and they wish to skewer Kyle Payne in order to make their universal point about Men. By contrast, I wish to skewer Kyle in order to make a more particular point about men who support feminism. That distinction is worth keeping in sight; it is a dividing line of prime importance.

From the non-feminist angle, and especially the MRA angle, Kyle Payne is . . . a traitor. He is a male citizen who collaborates with feminism and betrays us all. Need I say more? So, my reason for despising Kyle Payne is the MRA reason. Mind you, that he is a sexual predator does nothing to recommend him, since I think poorly of sexual predators: I think they are weird, creepy and pathetic. Furthermore, I think they are fools. They fail to intrigue me or engage me because, being what I consider foolish, they lack what I consider wisdom. Nor do I see them as worthy allies—they haven't got the right stuff! But again, it is of less importance to me that Kyle Payne is a sexual predator, than that he is a quisling who sucks up to the feminists. And I can scarcely convey the pleasure it gives me to see a guy like Kyle in the particular brand of trouble he has gotten into! And if that sounds brash, well, it's just the way things are now. I am showing you the times.

But can we extract any useful information from such an insect? Yes, I think we can. I think we can profit greatly if we learn to interrogate, or problematize, the quintessential psychic constitution of the pro-feminist male. And I mean ALL such males, clear across the board—for they run remarkably true to type. Accordingly, I would like to know how many Kyle Paynes or potential Kyle Paynes, as a percentage, are likely to exist among this class of men. Ought we suppose that Kyle is unique in kind, or would that overstrain the order of plausibility?

Really, is it plausible that Kyle Payne is sui generis among pro-feminist males? If even ONE such chap as Kyle Payne could exist within this cohort, what inherent mechanism would exclude others? And if sexual predators compose a demographic stratum of 'X' thickness among men at large, why would they not compose an equally thick layer among the pro-feminist male sub-group? Does the angelic rhetoric espoused by this sub-group count as evidence of an underlying angelic nature, or would it be naive of us to so conclude?

Very well, I shall throw down the gauntlet. It is my considered belief that most pro-feminist males are Kyle Paynes waiting to happen. They are potential Kyle Paynes—struggling with their "inner Kyle", just like Kyle himself. The crawling, self-depreciating servility these fellows display toward women (and toward feminism) ought to make us suspect right away that something is amiss, that something is broken deep within them. And too, their remarkable cookie-cutter similarity in point of rhetorical self-presentation, argues a deep structural commonality, clear across the board, in point of psychopathology. What could drive them all to behave in such a similarly eccentric way, if not some deep-seated factor which they have in common? They are so very much alike, these people. So very mechanistical, like inducted cult members—so very brittle, so very defensive, and like female feminists, so very lacking in humor. I can assure you, that any randomly selected group of MRAs would convey a markedly different pulse of life than these people.

The self-depreciation is especially telling; it shades into what is more accurately termed self-loathing. This latter quality comes to the fore, most conspicuously, as an open and very vocal attack upon "manhood" in the abstract. I believe it is precisely their own self-loathing, which they are projecting onto normal men—and onto manhood in the abstract. And considering what they might be assumed to struggle with, it should come as no surprise that they would act in this manner. One of the commenters on Kyle Payne's blog, a feminist, had this to say:

"The crime which was committed is one Kyle will regret for the rest of his days. I believe this with every fiber of my being. Not because he was punished, not because he was caught, but because it exposed something within himself that he was not previously aware of. As Samuel Taylor Coleridge wrote “The man hath penance done, and penance more will do.” There is no doubt in my mind that Kyle has done and will do penance in his heart and mind as he attempts to live out his life."

All right, so there was something within Kyle Payne that he was not previously aware of. Or rather, not consciously aware of. But then again, if he had kiddie porn on his computer, he must have been consciously aware of it, so this is a bit confusing. However, the point of interest is that here we have a pro-feminist male in a cult of angelic devotion to womanhood who harbored, deep within his psyche, a very interesting slime-cluster. And the entire purpose of this angelic cult, is to demonize: to blame normal men and normal "manhood" for what is loathsome within yourself— to deny what is loathsome within yourself by projecting it onto somebody else. Making somebody else take the heat for your sins.

In the case of Kyle Payne, I don't think the feminist commenter really knows what the hell she is talking about. There may be no doubt in her mind, but there is considerable doubt in my mind that Kyle has actually "done penance". To me, it seems that he is stonewalling like a politician. He may be inwardly squirming with embarrassment that he was caught, but he is bravely showing no sign of it. Rather, he is bluffing and twaddling his way along—and my word, but he's slicker than cat shit on a linoleum floor! The boy reminds me quite a bit of both Ampersand and Hugo Schwyzer—both of whom are aged around 40 however, and considerably more sophisticated. (Hugo, as you may be aware, has a checkered past. And Amp, apart from being a shifty little weasel, couldn't help compromising himself with that infamous "pornified linkage" in order to boost his web traffic.)

Let us say, that deep within the psyche of the pro-feminist male lurks a seething cauldron of twisted sexual emotions. And getting involved with feminism is part of an elaborate "dance" they perform in order to get a handle on all of that complex turmoil. They need to manage their psychopathologies, they need to feel validated as individuals, and feminism is just the cult for the job because it permits them to do both. Clearly, they don't gain their validation from the society of normal men, so they seek it in the feminist cult, which rewards them with morsels of ego-stroking known in the quaint feminist vernacular as "cookies". They are like dogs begging for a treat, in quest of these "cookies".

I believe that masochism plays a considerable role in the psychology of the collaborationist male. Kyle Payne is in a position that must surely be . . . . painful. At any rate, that is a salient likelihood, and I believe it holds the key. None of this untidiness came about by accident. Kyle unconsciously engineered the whole show, and now he is precisely where he wants to be: smack in the middle of a masochistic, attention-whoring hog heaven! And the funny thing is, he's still begging for cookies! He crawls.

No, he is not exactly "doing penance", as the feminist commenter suggested. If he were truly doing penance, it would mean that he had truly confronted his transgression and gained some authentic knowledge of himself. And if he had done THAT, then he would have straightway understood the sick inner drive which drove him to feminism in the first place, and he would have cast away feminism as a thing no longer profitable. But that he clings to feminism shows that he has neither done penance, nor gained any authentic knowledge of himself. And so he carries on with his stonewalling charade, and it wouldn't surprise me a bit if he is still sneaking kiddie porn on the sly. But now he's having more fun than ever, having ratcheted-up the level of masochism to a pitch that must be truly exquisite for him. He is living exactly as he wants to live. He crawls.

And how do I know all of this? Because I am a simple soul who cares naught for the vain things of this world. That is how.

The fact that Kyle Payne is a traitor, and the fact that he is a sexual predator, are linked. They are joined at the hip. They are part and parcel. Kyle carries a slime wad in his psyche which drove him to sexual offense, but that very same slime wad drove him also to embrace the cult of feminism in the first place. To be a traitor, in other words. He crawls.

You couldn't quite say that he betrayed himself, since it was precisely self-fulfilment he was looking for. So clearly, he betrayed the rest of us. But if Kyle Payne had NOT been a potential sexual offender, would he have been drawn to the feminist cult at all? To state that another way, is it plausible that the slimy wad in Kyle's psyche contributed absolutely NO weight to the decision in either direction? And how if Kyle had been free of this particular psychic trash? Would he STILL have drifted toward the feminist cult, or would something quite different have engaged his interest? For example, is it possible that he would have become an MRA?

Earlier, I posed a question: whether, by any form of necessity, the male pro-feminist tribe might harbor a lower-than-average percentage of potential sexual offenders. I stated initially, that I found no reason to credit this supposition.

And soon thereafter, I proffered as a further item of belief that most pro-feminist males are in fact "potential Kyle Paynes"—that is, potential sexual offenders. In support of this belief, I pointed out the overwhelming uniformity of type among the pro-feminist male population. Such ease of stereotypification, as I suggested, loaded the odds in favor of a deep psychic uniformity among this group.

I have subsequently taken that thesis for granted. I have made clear that I regard pro-feminism as a kind of cult, whose members would embody traits that are characteristically cultic. And so, I would have the reader understand that I regard cults of any sort as atypical of the larger population, because they operate as karmic funnels. I mean that you oughtn't expect the mix of human ingredients within the cult, to mirror what you would find among humanity at large. A disproportionate concentration of very specific types ought to be expected within the cultic milieu—variable according to the particular cult focus, of course.

So if I were a sexual pervert or predator of a particular sort (and not just any sort, mind you), I would make a beeline for the pro-feminist men's movement. But if I were a strong-minded, self-esteeming male (which I am), I would shun that subculture as I would shun a dumpster full of amputated body parts behind a hospital.

In the course of his confessional writing, Kyle has this to say:

"The young man who outed me to the feminist blogosphere was (and perhaps still is) a serial rapist.. . . I’m not surprised when I realize that many of the most misogynist men I have ever met, who wouldn’t be caught dead supporting women’s liberation in any way, shape, or form, will gladly stand shoulder-to-shoulder with feminists when it comes to identifying a scapegoat for sexual violence."

Forgive me, but I do not consider Kyle Payne to be a "scapegoat"— not abstractly, not hypothetically, not remotely. A scapegoat, properly understood, is an innocent creature taking the heat for the sins of others. But in the present case, Kyle gets no heat for any sins other than his own. Nor does he appear to be an innocent creature. Certainly, Kyle does not bear the burden of MY particular sins. My chief sin is procrastination, and I do not know enough about Kyle to know if he is a procrastinator. But if he is, then he does not bear the burden for MY procrastination! Nor is Kyle Payne the "lamb of god who taketh away the sins of the (male) world". He is not, by any stretch of the imagination, Jesus Christ! And since I am sure the feminists would concur wholeheartedly on that last point, I will stand with them shoulder-to-shoulder. There is no lack of genuine male scapegoats in the world today, but Kyle Payne is unworthy to elect himself into their company. He crawls.

He makes a fine poster boy for the pro-feminist men's movement though, doesn't he? Maybe not the poster boy THEY would like, but hey, what makes them think they still have a monopoly on their own public image?? But the feminists are trying to hound Kyle clean out of cyberspace altogether. I admit that I don't necessarily want his blog to disappear, since I'd get a kick out of seeing how long he can "tough it out". And so long as the blog endures, well . . . it makes for fun target practice, yes? However, que sera, sera! I am archiving his pages, and I would encourage my cohorts to do likewise.

You know, it surely feels warm-and-fuzzy to sit around the ol' campfire with the feminists, roasting Kyle Payne like a marshmallow. Honestly, do you have any idea how this makes my little heart glow? Eh? At any rate, I have written this article because I want to introduce Kyle to a larger audience, a non-feminist audience. Mostly, I want other MRAs to learn about all of this; maybe they'll pitch in and join the fun!