Postscript to addendum:

Confidential to zealous young hetboyz, freshly converted from their formerly misogynistic, lustful, dominatin' ways, all full of shame and repentance and eager to spread the Gospel of Dworkin to the unenlightened:

The ghost of Valerie Solanas came to me in a vision last night with a message for you. Are you ready? She says, it's not enough. In order to be a true radical feminist ally, you're gonna have to cut 'em off. The whole works, in fact. With nail scissors. And no anaesthetic.

Before she vanished into the ether, she allowed as how another alternative might be to sit your ass down, shut the fuck up, and listen to what actual women (including the ones who don't already agree with you) have to say before presuming to go a-educatin'.

But, she said, if that's too difficult, then go with the auto-castration. Anyway, the root of the problem is your sexuality, not plain ol' being an entitled asshole, so really, one good snip should eradicate any remaining tendencies toward being a sexist control freak for good. Huzzah! At last, a simple solution!