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MGTOW Fairy Tale: The Lost Fisherman

An old man lived in a small cottage by the sea with his wife. He was a fisher, and he was tall and thin, but surprisingly strong, and his skin was darkened and leathery from age and labor. He had white hair and a white beard. His wife was a squat, fat, ugly woman with straw colored hair. She rarely spoke, even to her husband the fisher. They had no children, since their son had died in the King's service.

Every day the fisherman went out to fish and took his catch to market. His wife stayed home and mended nets and tools for him. It was a dull existence for the fisherman, and he often prayed to God to throw him from his boat and let him drown.

One day while the fisherman was out as sea, a storm came upon him, the like of which he had never seen. "Surely" thought the fisherman, "my prayers are answered, and I will soon be drowned." But he was not thrown overboard. The wind and the waves carried the little fishing boat far out into the ocean, and the storm raged on. When finally, the skies cleared the fisherman was hopelessly lost. Having little water, and no definite idea where he was, the fisherman lay down in his boat and waited for the slow and miserable death he was sure would come.

For two days he drifted, lying back in his boat, and around sundown on the second day, he was roused by the impact of the boat against land. As he lay there, he heard the sound of beautiful music. It seemed to him that there was a woman singing a strange, foreign song. He finally climbed out of the boat and onto the shore of a little island, and set off to find the source of the singing. When at last he found the singing woman, it seemed to him in his delirium that the bottom half of her body was as a fish's tail, and that she were a mermaid. And when he tried to speak to her, no sound came out of his parched throat. He swooned before her and fell to the ground unconscious.

The fisherman woke to see the loveliest woman he had ever seen looking down on him. Her skin was smooth and perfect, her hair long and lustrous, her waist thin, her bosom firm, and her tail that of a fish. And the mermaid spoke to him, saying "lost traveler, is there any way I can help you?"

And the man thought that he should ask if she could help him to find his way home, but he did not truly wish to go home. He said, "I had hoped to die, but now I am here, and I am curious. What place is that, and what creature are you? What can you offer to help a lost man from far away?"

And the mermaid explained that she was one of the daughters of the god of the sea, and that she could not return him to his home, but that she could swim down to her father and make a wish on his behalf, and she listened to his story of his dreary life and his sorrow over the loss of his son. And the mermaid went into the ocean, and did not return all night.

When the sun rose the next day, the man felt a strange sensation flowing through his body and he looked down and watched as his skin smoothed out and his dark tan lightened, and when he looked at his reflection in the water, he saw his hair and his beard change before his eyes from white to black, and he was a young man again. And the mermaid rose from the water, and walked onto the beach and was no longer a mermaid, but a woman. And she went to the man and told him that her wish was to give him a new chance at life on the island, and the man was filled with joy.

That night they lay together, and when they awoke the next day, the former mermaid was great with child, and she gave birth, for the mermaid life cycle is different, and within the week, the child looked to be a boy of about five years, and he resembled the man's dead son so strongly that the man could not hold back his joy. And after the first week, the boy aged as a normal human boy. The man build a little house for his new family on the beach, and he worked tirelessly every day. He had to go into the interior of the island to carry fruits and fresh water down to the house, and he went out on his boat and caught fish. And the former mermaid woman stayed in the home and watched over the boy. The fisherman had never been so happy in his life, and he forgot that he had ever come from another land.

The seasons changed, and changed again, and one day the fisher returned home late and found a stranger lying on the shore near his home. He carried the man's unconscious body into the house, and the former mermaid woman nursed him back to health. The stranger was the young Duke Chadwick Cockswain of the land of Poonitopia. He was a powerfully built man, and not easily rattled. He thanked the fisherman for his hospitality and promptly built himself a shelter on the far end of the island, accepting no further help, and thereafter keeping to himself.

For the fisher and his family, things returned to normal, or so it seemed. The fisher couldn't put his finger on it, but it seemed to him that the mermaid woman was less affectionate towards him. Whereas before, she had always been content to stay in the house almost all the time, and watch after the boy, she began insisting that the fisherman was not doing enough around the house. She would demand that the fisherman take the boy with her so that she could focus on mending clothes and tools, but when the fisher and his son would return in the evening, no work would have been done.

Finally, one day the fisher came home and the woman and the boy were gone. He set out to look for them, and came across them at Duke Chadwick's house. And the mermaid woman told the fisher, "I'm sorry, but I'm with Chadwick, now." And the fisher was dismayed, and demanded, "How can you do this to me? To our son?"

"You shouldn't be surprised" the mermaid woman said, "our relationship has been over for a long time, now."

"What are you talking about? I thought you were happy. You made the wish for our life together. How can you throw that away? What does Chadwick have that I don't?"

"It's not about him. I've just felt trapped. You don't listen to me. I still love you, I'm just not in love with you blah, blah, blah"

And the fisher protested, but to no avail. And he took his son by the hand and turned to go home, but the mermaid stopped him, saying "where do you think you're going with my son?"

And they could not agree on who should keep the boy, and finally the mermaid woman summoned her father, the God of the sea, and he convened a hearing to determine the boy's fate.

The fisher and the mermaid woman argued their cases, and the sea God contemplated. And he judged that the mother should have the child, and that the father should deliver to Chadwick's house an amount of food, fresh water, and clothing sufficient for the care of the child, under pain of death.

And the fisher was forced to toil for nothing, alone on his side of the island, and he wept every day, for having lost his son twice. And the time past that the boy reached manhood, but he did not come to see his father, having been told lies that he was a bad man and had abused the mermaid woman. One day the mermaid woman came to the fisher to tell him that their son had died in an accident. But the fisher had no tears left to shed. Years of solitude passed and the mermaid woman returned again, and said, "Hey"

And the fisher was suspicious, and said "what?"

And the mermaid woman said, "I miss you."

And the fisher invited her in, but he was not fooled. And he listened to her talk, and he said little. He learned that she had left Duke Chadwick, because she had caught him fucking one of the wood nymphs that live in the interior of the island. Much as he hated her, he allowed her to stay on his side of the island again, and in exchange, she mended his clothes and tools when needed, and cooked his meals for him. And they grew old, and the mermaid woman became squat, fat, and ugly, and the fisher became thin and leathery and gray haired.

And one day the fisher went out to fish and was caught in a storm like he had only seen once before. It carried him away and he became lost. After days of drifting his boat made landfall, and he got out and heard music. He followed the sound of a woman's singing and came across a she-centaur. The she-centaur said that she was the daughter of the God of the mountain, and that she could make a wish to make him happy.

And the fisher said, "fuck that noise" and he got back in his boat and cast out to sea. No one knows if he ever made landfall again or if he drowned.

(conspiracy theories, sexism... I think I found a TERF holy grail)

(rehab_project)
What the fresh hell is going on with all of this? Not just the T, but all of identity politics.

I go between feeling like I'm irrationally obsessed with all of this, to feeling like, no, this really is a very bizarre, but very real issue that needs to be stopped. Where is this coming from? I am a 45 year old woman (born with female genitalia and have been dealing with it ever since), and I've been around the block more than a few times.
I was born in 1971. I was there watching and actually experiencing the tail end of the actual black civil rights movement. I was actually there during the AIDS outbreak and have seen how it played out. I've seen the actual and very real part of homophobia. I was there. What we're seeing today is NOT that. it's not even close.
I can't shake the feeling that we're watching a disaster in the making. I can't help but think this is a diversion from something way bigger and much worse than we even realize.

(dotinaline)
I don't have much to add, but I feel similarly. I'm a little relieved to hear a person who was an adult during tougher times say as much.
Modern libfem/identity politics is a crazymaking machine. It preaches that there is literally no way to address inequality but through it, and rejecting it is seen as actively oppresssing others. As if there are no other ways, or valid perspectives on a variety of issues.
It completely limits what people actually do. It stunts it's adherents and their would-be goals.

(terfygoodness)
the uprising of transing kids is homophobic eugenics.

(solanas2016)
and a method for men to ensure their political domination of women's material and psychic lives survives the downfall of capitalism

(Dahna_Mahna)
I agree. I go back and forth, sometimes thinking "this only seems bigger because you spend so much time reading about it" and then realizing how much being trans is everywhere and how persistent the messaging is. I gave up being on Facebook after the women's march because I couldn't stop getting angry seeing women told not to talk about their bodies. (Typically I don't mind getting into debates or speaking my mind, but I'm pregnant and trying to avoid unnecessarily angry/unpleasant emotions and inane conversations.)
Here I feel like there are still sane people in the world. But I wonder - how many of us? And is it enough to stop the worst from happening? Are these concerns overblown or just right?

(Heomplastic)
Best theory I have read? Anger after 2008 + occupy frightened the real elites of both parties. They shot a poison pill into occupy in the form of identity politics (just google occupy and the progressive stack).
They realized how effective it was and the media began to push identity politics and triggered Salem witch trial like impulses. There are an enormous number of ways to subdivide people and victimhood is delicious for a great many
Plus a bunch of tumblr kids came of age
It is enormously effective in breaking up powerful movements.
Right now this is not a left vs right
It's authoritarian vs libertarian where authoritarians span the spectrum
Edit: I should clarify: I do NOT mean libertarian as the current party defines itself, but as a philosophy where people do not wish control over the lives of other as long as no one is causing direct harm. NOT the libertarian party which is anything but

(QatNap)
I don't know what's going on but think it's entirely possible that forcing people to accept trans ideology serves another purpose (and not just the obvious upholding of patriarchy). Trans ideology forces people to disavow a basic fact that is understood by every civilization and that even small children grasp early on: the biological distinction between men and women. We have supposedly educated people either not understanding or pretending not to understand that humans come in 2 sexes, just like marmots and goldfish and many fruit trees, and endorsing a whole new system based not on chromosomes or obvious physical differences but on indefinable feelings. It could be that trans ideology is just a bizarre mania that demonstrates how tenuous the human ability of critical thinking really is, or it was purposely designed to subvert it.

(endoftheliner)
Not to sound all conspiratorial or anything, but there is money and politics behind all this. Once it had the approval stamp of the President of the United States, it really was game on for these misogynistic bastards to proceed full force. If anything was Obama's achilles heel, it was the transgender agenda.
Note: I voted for him twice thinking even if he was, like every other POTUS, a tool of the ruling class, he wouldn't be as bad as others. He wasn't for some--while liberal-ish politics played out in his and his family's personal life.
I will fight them to my last breath as a woman.

(transfascism_mod1)
Yep. Trans is the new AIDS, and this time, the victims are mostly lesbians.