Andrea Dworkin

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Andrea Dworkin (1946-2005 lbs) was a feminist, a writer, a double Heeb, a land dwelling whale, a dyke and the single most convincing argument against the existence of a benevolent God. Because she died, the GamerGate faggots haven't discovered her ravings yet.


Andrea spent most part of her youth bitching about shit nobody cares about and finally ended up in the Netherlands where she married an Anarchist shithead who smacked her so hard that she turned into a feminist and started to work as a cum-eating whore. Lolol. After she managed to return to the US she got sucked into the feminist movement like a giant clit during violent scissoring sessions, writing and speaking at all sorts of events. At epic length---one could hardly survive her tirades without a decent dose of painkillers, so she rose to fame within her group of circle-squirting fellows. She hated the Left and she hated the Right and she hated the middle, because they all had what she didn't: a cock.

One of her best known speeches was "I Want a Twenty-Four Hour Truce During Which There Is No Rape" in 1983 where she addressed her already brainwashed male followers like they were part of the problem. But who gives a rat-snog; they are a problem anyway.

During that time she met feminist writer and certified Mangina John Stoltenberg, with whom she lived together and whom she finally married as his lesbian wife, which didn't bother him since he was a turd burglar.

Rape Rape Rape

Like many credible Feminists out there Dworkin had her own Rape story to tell. She claims that back in 1999 she was drugged and raped in a Hotel in Paris by two men. Made up BS of course. Yes, ED knows that out there (and in here) are a lot of Sick fucks, but we are unable to imagine how sick someone would have to be to want to have anything resembling intercourse, not to mentioned forced intercourse, with Andrea Dworkin, we sincerely think that level of sick is not sustainable in this universe.

The landwhale hated porn. She hated porn so damn much that she turned into a faux-Calvinist and made "common ground" with conservative assholes who otherwise would have rather destroyed radical feminists like her. And they exploited her. One end result was institutional hatred of queers on the religious right.

Women, as Dworkin tells it, are mere marionettes twisted about by the pornographic page—docile, inert, silenced, and fungible. Passivity never looked so inevitable. With “radicals” like this, who needs patriarchy?

Dworkin’s radicalism was actually radically reductive, capable of seeing only trauma, wounds, gouges, damage, and submission. Rich layers of self-discovery, spontaneous play, comedic deflation, ironic winking, campy self-awareness, queer pleasure—all these got buried under an avalanche of accusations of harm. Offering a dissenting interpretation, as Ellen Willis, Gayle Rubin, and many other feminists did, meant being branded a collaborator in carrying out the carnage. More importantly, Dworkin’s analysis vilified the symbolic realm—language, images, pictures, narratives—in ways that made imagining new possibilities of pleasure and identity impossible.

But what is really striking, in retrospect, is how these radical arguments eerily resonate with that most quintessentially American conservative rhetoric: Calvinism. Calling to mind colonial-era preacher Jonathan Edwards, Dworkin howled with fiery wrath against pornography by summoning lurid images of brutality and agony. With depravity so total, of course men and women would need to be rescued from their own fetid imaginations and debauched choices. Here, finally, enters the implicit plea for imperious oversight, for a policing institutional force to shelter the damsel in distress.....

Thus, a curious incident occurred in this trailblazing radical activism: It emerged onto a conservative thoroughfare and piled into the nearest car pool. Religious conservatives had long opposed obscenity as a vulgar incitement to sexual incontinence and a danger to the integrity of the family unit. Seizing the moment, President Reagan convened the Meese Commission—before which Dworkin would testify alongside more than 200 other witnesses—which eventually issued a sprawling report in 1986 complete with florid proclamations on the harms wrought by obscenity. Its recommendations for stifling the pornographic menace doubled as a how-to guide in vastly extending bureaucratic intrusion and surveillance: racketeering laws, forfeiture statutes, IRS audits, pandering proscriptions, commercial regulation, centralized digital databases—a whole new legal toolbox to harass, intimidate, and jail the purveyors of sexual deviance. I need hardly add that the principal authors of the report included beloved patron of the LGBTQ community and founder of Focus on the Family, James Dobson.



On the Left, the sexually liberated woman is the woman of pornography. Free male sexuality wants, has a right to, produces, and consumes pornography because pornography is pleasure. Leftist sensibility promotes and protects pornography because pornography is freedom. The pornography glut is bread and roses for the masses. Freedom is the mass-marketing of woman as whore. Free sexuality for the woman is in being massively consumed, denied an individual nature, denied any sexual sensibility other than that which serves the male. Capitalism is not wicked or cruel when the commodity is the whore; profit is not wicked or cruel when the alienated worker is a female piece of meat; corporate bloodsucking is not wicked or cruel when the corporations in question, organized crime syndicates, sell cunt; racism is not wicked or cruel when the black cunt or yellow cunt or red cunt or Hispanic cunt or Jewish cunt has her legs splayed for any man's pleasure; poverty is not wicked or cruel when it is the poverty of dispossessed women who have only themselves to sell; violence by the powerful against the powerless is not wicked or cruel when it is called sex; slavery is not wicked or cruel when it is sexual slavery; torture is not wicked or cruel when the tormented are women, whores, cunts. The new pornography is left-wing; and the new pornography is a vast graveyard where the Left has gone to die. The Left cannot have its whores and its politics too.



—From Men Possessing Women.

But what is most extraordinary about Story of O is the mind-boggling literary style of Pauline Reage, its author. O is wanton yet pure, Sir Stephen is cruel yet kind, Rene is brutal yet gentle, a wall is black yet white. Everything is what it is, what it isn't, and its direct opposite. That technique, which is so skillfully executed, might help to account for the compelling irrationality of Story of O. For those women who are convinced yet doubtful, attracted yet repelled, there is this schema for self-protection: the double-double think that the author engages in is very easy to deal with if we just realize that we only have to double-double unthink it.



—From Woman Hating.

Many of them were tortured by those men and when you look at what happened to these women, you say Amnesty International where are you? Where are you? Because the prisons for women are our homes. We live under martial law. We live in places in which a rape culture exists. That is a women's home, where she lives. Men have to be sent to prison, to live in a culture that is as rapist as the normal home in North America. We live under what amounts to a military curfew. Enforced by rapists. And we say usually that we're free citizens in a free society. We lie. We lie, we lie everyday about it.



—From a 1991 speech.

The conflict between men and women is brutal. "The normal fuck," writes Andrea Dworkin, "by a normal man is taken to be an act of invasion and ownership undertaken in a mode of predation." This special insight into the sexual psychology of males is matched and confirmed by the sexual experience of women:

"Women have been chattels to men as wives, as prostitutes, as sexual and reproductive servants. Being owned and being fucked are or have been virtually synonymous experiences in the lives of women. He owns you; he fucks you. The fucking conveys the quality of ownership: he owns you inside out."

Dworkin and her colleague, Catharine MacKinnon, then call for the censorship of pornography on postmodern grounds. Our social reality is constructed by the language we use, and pornography is a form of language, one that constructs a violent and domineering reality for women to submit to. Pornography, therefore, is not free speech but political oppression."



—From Explaining Postmodernism on p0rn

Saturday evening culminated in a candlelit "Take Back the Night" march (the first of its kind) through the porn district, kicked off by an exhortation by Andrea Dworkin. I'd seen Andrea in my living room, but this was the first time I'd seen Andrea in action. On the spot I dubbed her Rolling Thunder. Perspiring in her trademark denim coveralls, she employed the rhetorical cadences that would make her both a cult idol and an object of ridicule a few years later. Dworkin's dramatized martyrdom and revival-tent theatrics never sat well with me, but I retained my respect for her courage long after I absented myself from the pornography wars. Her call to action accomplished, three thousand demonstrators took to the streets.



—Susan Brownmiller said it best


Only a super-cunt could churn out titles like this for almost 30 years, constantly saying the same thing over and over for thousands of pages:

  • Woman Hating. New York: Penguin Books, 1974. ISBN 9780452268272.
  • Our blood: prophecies and discourses on sexual politics. New York: Harper & Row, 1976. ISBN 9780060111168.
  • Pornography: Men Possessing Women. London: Women's Press, 1981. ISBN 9780704338760.
  • Right-wing women: the politics of domesticated females. London: Women's Press, 1983. ISBN 9780704339071.
  • Intercourse (book). New York: Free Press, 1987. ISBN 9780029079706.
  • Pornography and civil rights: a new day for women's equality. Minneapolis, Minnesota: Organizing Against Pornography, 1988. ISBN 9780962184901.
  • Letters from a war zone: writings, 1976-1989. New York: E.P. Dutton. ISBN 9780525248248.
  • In harm's way: the pornography civil rights hearings. Cambridge, Massachusetts: Harvard University Press, 1997. ISBN 9780674445796.
  • Life and death: unapologetic writings on the continuing war against women. London: Virago, 1997. ISBN 9781860493607.
  • Scapegoat: The Jews, Israel, and Women's Liberation. New York: Free Press, 2000. ISBN 9780684836126.
  • Heartbreak: the political memoir of a feminist militant. New York: Basic Books, 2002. ISBN 9780465017546.

You can read those if you enjoy kicking yourself in the nads. Like all extremist feminists, Dworkin wasn't satisfied with merely proving her opponents wrong. Yeah, men are scum, but you don't drop to their cock-chopper level to win arguments. She had to crush their heads with her monsterboobz and pulp them with her 600-pound clit before she was "satisfied".


Later in Life Dworkin developed osteoarthritis, which she attributed to the abuse she had to face during her life, possibly also the abuse she faced by food forced on her by the patriarchy.

Dworkin died in 2005 of acute myocarditis, an inflammation of the cardiamanic muscle. At least that's the official story. Some argue she died because the gravy in her tubes clogged suddenly.


In Dworkin's eyes heterosexual intercourse, unlike lesbian intercourse, was a way in which men were dominating and subjugating women, which led her to the conclusion that every intercourse was rape, that every intercourse was an outrageous act. To be fair, in Dworkin's case this was actually true.

She also tried to ban pornography as unconstitutional but got her ass kicked by the American Booksellers Association. (The very people who helped to her to make money by retailing and distributing her man-smashing rants.) She predictably came to the conclusion that porn was discriminating against women, especially if they were penetrated by objects (men), animals etc. and enjoyed it. She may have, like many other women, read too much into the "conceptual framework" while watching the fuck-movies.


Dworkin's influence on lesser, emptier minds is not to be underestimated. Her legacy lives on in people like Brianna Wu, Anita Sarkeesian, Biting Beaver and the entirety of Tumblr. Not to mention the endless stream of hawt bitch cartoons, with tits bigger than their heads, on DeviantART.


  • Her Wikipedia article is almost as big as her ass, because Wikipedos love nothing more than obscenely fat feminist screamers. Despite being a mountain of rotting meat buried in a piano crate since 2005, Dworkin continues to be worshipped as a "hero-thing".
  • One of her cunt-smears, Nikki Craft, runs a memorial website with almost no useful content.
  • According to this essay, she was one of the few American Jews who realized that Palestinians were human beings. Too little too late. And as usual, she put it in terms of men raping women.

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