I Remember Womens Liberation From the 1970’s

Womens Liberation Was the Hot Topic When I Was an Undergraduate at CSUN

My personal idealized concept of the seventies womens liberation is still with me today. The liberated women of my young adulthood wore long dresses, no make-up and didn’t shave their arms and legs. Dreamy. I long for that.

The New Womens Liberation: Liberate Me From Homosexuality

The women of the world should wake up to the true power of their heterosexual influence on men. If women would just learn to give us what we want physically then we would learn to be more responsive to their emotional needs. Women should be concerned that so many men are turning gay so fast so young. What if the whole world turns gay? Homosexuality is learned behavior. If women taught teenaged men about heterosexuality then guys wouldn’t turn to other men for sexual release.

Just as the monthly estrus cycle of woman is a curse the hammering libido of the male is a lifelong curse. Only now that I have it partly under control by spiritual practice am I able to find peace of mind. Because of my interest in womens liberation I found men’s liberation. I signed up for a weekend workshop but the leader cancelled it because only four guys showed up. I am so glad to be remembering this little mens liberation lesson from forty years ago. Most men do not want mens liberation or womens liberation. Most men want a quick fuck so they can sink another beer and watch their team sink another goal. My mentor and sexologist Dr. McDuff taught me how to give sexual intimacy workshops for men. I think I should branch out into workshops for women. Dumb right? If men don’t go for it women never will. I will just keep pounding out these blogs as I work it all out in my head. I am working it all out remembering that it is me who is liberated. I teach what I know. You are liberated. Everyone is liberated it all depends on if they know it or not.

By Dean McAdams

Born a poor peckerwood in a Tujunga holler, Dean overeducated himself beyond his social station to end up a retired paralegal in the coastal paradise of West L.A.