Adam has got an apple

Before attending the self defense course, I and all my friends considered men to be better fitted for physical confrontation than women. Linda completely changed this false thinking by teaching us that an average man body as such might be stronger, bigger and with more muscle mass but still has several weak and sensitive parts distributed in different places. She promoted a key principle in which women should take full advantage of these male Achille’s heels when defending themselves. She used to relate various striking targets on male body to fruits; eyes to cherry tomatoes or grapes, testicles to plums, kiwis or peaches, penis to a banana, a cucumber, or a carrot. Not only as metaphorical references but sometimes also as real analogues to demonstrate that these objects can be easily squashed, pierced, pinched off, compressed, or broken by even the weakest female hands.

Interestingly, one of the man-specific body parts already has a fruit name for it—the Adam’s apple. It is a protrusion on the thyroidal cartilage which appears as a noticeable bump on the neck during puberty in young men but is almost absent in women. The real biological purpose is not that clear but for sure it makes the male voice more deep sounding. It is also not clear why it is specifically called like this, it might be a bad translation from ancient languages or it is based on a legend about a piece of the forbidden fruit, stuck in the throat of Adam after taking it from Eva and eating it. Nevertheless, together with testicles it is just another awkward part of male anatomy which makes men more vulnerable during a fight. However, I must admit I find a nicely visible, but not overly big Adam’s apple highly attractive on a man. The funny bobbing movement it makes when a man speaks, or eats is so strangely satisfying. I often passionately kiss and suck my boyfriend’s Adam’s apple during a foreplay and I gave him already a few hickeys on this place 😊. A gentle kiss in that place also helped Bob to brush off the pain and mild suffocation after an accidentally strong hit with my fist during one of the classes. 

However, when defending from a real attacker you must put your female kindness aside, no punches should be pulled. Linda show us some brutal strikes we can use to destroy this organ. The best one is a hard jab with a V-shaped hand used together with an element of surprise. The pain and shock from shortness of breath ‘prepares’ the attacker for following incapacitating strike(s) especially those targeting testicles. Linda taught us a highly effective 3-step technique sequence a woman should use for elimination of a face-to-face standing opponent. This can be done in a fast succession: (1) make him blind using an eye gouge, (2) make him to choke using a jab to his exposed Adam’s apple, and finally (2) ‘desex’ him with a powerful and precise knee strike(s). His high balls, low balls and the apple will take a big toll and you are free.

Here the girl used a surprise attack with a jab to the assailant's Adam's apple
followed by a fast and resolute knee strike to his testicles as a final incapacitating move. 

A brave movie star - inspirational story #3

In 2017 the whole world was shocked from numerous allegations which emerged against a film producer Harvey Weinstein. It soon became apparent that sexual abuse stemming from the misuse of power, influence and wealth is a widespread issue in the film industry.

Becoming a glamourous movie star
sometimes comes with a high price 

An online feminist journal, which I read from time to time, published a whole special issue on this topic. Part of it was an interesting account from an actress, who wanted to remain anonymous and did not name anybody involved. However, based on some details, I was actually able to identify her as one of my favorite movie stars. She admitted that sexual misconduct by moguls is indeed common even outside the US and unfortunately, she and many of her female colleagues have had a similar bad experience with many acclaimed directors and producers from my country. However, according to her, she managed to handle one sticky situation, she appeared in at the beginning of her career, differently than women accusing Weinstein. She unveiled her story which happened 15 years ago, at that time she was just a young rising star:

I was just 18 and I felt I am on the right trajectory to achieve my dreams. I was admitted to a drama school and already got a couple of supporting roles. Nothing really big, but for sure not a bad start. I was so thrilled when one day I got a call from my agent that a production team seriously consider me for a major role in a high budget historical movie and I should come for an audition. At the end of the screen test, which went really well, the producer came to me and invited me to his house to join him and his wife for a dinner that evening. He was indeed married to a famous journalist, so it did not raise a suspicion with me. He was a classy, good-looking man in his late 30s. Of course, I said yes with a great excitement.

In that evening I put my best clothes on, and I took a cab to his mansion located in the poshest quarter overseeing the whole city. When inviting me inside he immediately apologized that his wife had to urgently see her elderly mother having some health issue and is not going to join us. Coming from a poor family, I was so amazed, I have not seen such a lavish interior in my life. I was seated on a big leather couch. I asked for a glass of sparkling water.

Knowing how to react when sexually abused by
moguls should be part of the skills of all rising stars 

He went to the kitchen and after a couple of minutes he suddenly appeared in a bathrobe, holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He casually sat next to me and looked into my eyes. Then in a sleeky voice he whispered to my ears: “You did so well today, you truly are a great talent. We can now relax and discuss some matters between us”. He leaned closer and started to kiss my neck without my permission. The first moment, I was shocked how naïve I was, but I tried to act professionally and not to embarrass me doing a scene. I said in a tiny innocent voice: “I think you misunderstood something. I have a boyfriend…. and what about your wife?”  He just looked at me with a mischievous smirk on his face and said: “Sweetheart, you still must learn a lot how this business works”. He resumed forcefully kissing me on my cheeks and lips, but this time he also unbuttoned my blouse and painfully groped my tits. I was so disgusted and upset but also scared of him and his power and influence. I wanted to jump out from the couch and run away, but suddenly something snapped inside me. I whispered to his ear back: “I understand, we need to have some joy before doing the hard job, right?” I slowly slipped my hand inside his bathrobe; I fondled his thigh first and then moved it up towards his genitals. I noticed he was naked. For that moment I overcame my disgust, I took hold of his penis, which was like a tiny wiener and stroke it a few times. He moaned in pleasure.

Then I gently took his testicles in my hand. Neither these were up on the size scale, so I was able to wrap my fingers around them and to enclose the whole scrotum in the palm of my hand. I whispered to his ears: “I give you the pleasure you deserve.” I immediately squeezed those balls sharply like I wanted to extract juice from them”. I dug my fingers deep in the tissue.  He straightened up like a spring, draw a horrid grimace and squealed like a pig.  Now I yelled into his ears: “Do not dare to try it on with me again or with any other girl or you are going to play eunuchs in your movies!”. He was in total agony, shaking uncontrollably and screaming something in such a pitch voice I could not understand.  I held his filthy scrotum in a tight grip for almost a minute before I let go.

Once I was done with him, I got up on my feet and went to the bathroom to wash my hands.  When I was leaving the house, I saw him on the couch still whimpering. I finally shouted: “Keep you small dick and your little ballsies in your pants or I guarantee you are going to watch all your movies in jail”.

Well, needless to say, I got the role.

Self defense skills of African girls

During my time at the university I befriended Faizah. She was an Ethiopian girl who came to Europe to study medicine. We used to chat about different things, especially about the life in Africa and once we also touched upon the topic of women’s safety. I told her about the self defense course I have been just taking and asked her whether she would also like to attend. She just smiled and told me: You know I have not taken any self defense courses but do not think women of our country are defenseless. Even in our society a woman has a right to defend herself. Our mothers take care to convey some essential skills to their daughters which are needed when a man is about to disrespect them and tarnish their honor. My mother explained me very early that men are as strong as they are vulnerable in some parts of their body. Once I had to use what she taught me on my classmate behaving indecently. I hope the painful lesson he learned will last for long….

Beautiful Nomadic girls from the
Horn of Africa know how to deal with
both the animal and human predators. 

When I was preparing one of my assignments, I stumbled across an interesting book from Ayaan Hirsi Ali called Infidel. Ayaan fled Somalia in the early 90’s to avoid forced marriage and she got asylum in Netherlands. She became soon one of the most prominent activist and female rights supporters. 

 In the book she recalls the time she spent with her mother and grandmother. They belonged to a Nomadic tribe living a traditional life in the Somalian desert lands. The mothers passed the knowledge and skills to survive in these harsh conditions to next generations. The Nomadic life often meant the girls were left alone in the bush to take care about the herds. And there were predators praying on the goats such as lions and hyenas but also men predators praying on the young girls. When the worst was inevitable, they were told by their mothers what to do. Here is what Ayaan wrote in her book:  

 …my grandmother taught her daughters to run around the man, squat down, reach between his legs under his sarong, and yank his testicles hard. They were not to let go. He might hit or kick, but they were to tug in their heads and take the blows on their back and hope to hang on long enough to cause the attacker to faint. This move is called Qworegoys and the women of my grandmother’s family taught it to their daughters just as they taught them to make thorn-bush fences to protect the huts from hyenas… 

Sarong is a traditional dress of Somali men,
comfortable for a hot climate but also makes the
bad guys highly vulnerable to qworegoys move

   

 After thinking about it, I realized how ingenious this move is. The sarong is a skirt-like men’s clothing and is worn without any underwear. The hot African weather makes the testicles hang loose, which also makes them a great ‘handle’ to grasp and hang on. His possibilities for any counter action against a girl squatting behind him is limited. His sarong partially pulled up in the back makes any movement with his legs almost impossible. He might be able to deliver some blows on her back but that is it. If the girl pulls down using her weight and twists for at least a couple of seconds, he is for sure going to black out. He would be then found unconscious on the ground by his pals wondering what happened. Without present-day medical intervention, a ruptured testicle or both could be a fatal injury. Even if not, he is for sure not going to ride a camel soon. I really like to read about these ethnological and historical accounts of women’s self defense. If you have any tips about some please write them in the comments.  I would be very grateful.