What it's like to be a male chess player, part 42

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Raspberry_Yoghurt

The good ole boys ... lookin' at me. Objectifying my being, I am becoming being-for-other, a mere thing.

Ah the good ole boys ... always them. They small staring evil eyes. Cold as a snake, hard as a stone.

I loose all my games, theis spitefull glee glowing in their red blood-shot eyes, still gazing at me after the games, and my humiliation.

But...

Next time I will be prepared. 

I have a right to be here, and by jolly molly golly, I will exert that right.

Mountainstein

If you're loosing a lot of games try playing in a tighter style.