A woman's rant.
Something I found while surfing the web:
"Men's greatest fear is women laughing at them. Womens' greatest fear is men killing them."
I don't know about the first one, but the second... How very true.
Just look at the barrage of insults and harassment women on the Internet have to put up with when we say "Thanks but not interested."
How dare we refuse to open our legs, mouths and anuses for a man who demands instant sexual gratification without bothering to even know our names? We should be thanking God on our knees because someone bothered to say "Drop them panties, bitch, so I can get off," because as everyone knows, women are only here on Earth to be subservient to any imbecile's needs.
"Spread those ass-cheeks, slut, and take it up the cornhole with no lube 'cause that's all your good for. And after I spurt off and shove you away, wipe it clean with your tongue... and get me a fucking beer, you cunt or I'll show you who's boss here!"
Well guess what, guys, it's that attitude that doesn't get you any. Women are people, and if it weren't for us, none of you would be here.
Cloning should be every man's nightmare, acknowledged or not: until an artificial womb is invented, women are the only medium for a fetus to grow in. If we so chose, men would be extinct in a few generations.
Where do these creatures get their attitudes? And it's not just insecurity, it's a very real, deep-seated hatred of women. What frightens me the most is that it seems to be spreading at a terrifying rate, especially here in the US. It's enough to make me not want to leave the house.
When a woman laughs at a man it's usually for a good reason.
When a man kills a woman there never is reason. There is only hate.
Why do you hate the ones who love you? Did we not give you life, nurture, care? Did we not teach you to read, to play? Do we not listen to your rants about how the boss is a jerk, or the bank robs you of every hard-earned cent the government leaves you after taxes?
I'm going to go look for my Dear Heart to snuggle a while. I need to feel safe in his arms... and I shouldn't have to.
I should be able to feel safe on my own.
"Men's greatest fear is women laughing at them. Womens' greatest fear is men killing them."
I don't know about the first one, but the second... How very true.
Just look at the barrage of insults and harassment women on the Internet have to put up with when we say "Thanks but not interested."
How dare we refuse to open our legs, mouths and anuses for a man who demands instant sexual gratification without bothering to even know our names? We should be thanking God on our knees because someone bothered to say "Drop them panties, bitch, so I can get off," because as everyone knows, women are only here on Earth to be subservient to any imbecile's needs.
"Spread those ass-cheeks, slut, and take it up the cornhole with no lube 'cause that's all your good for. And after I spurt off and shove you away, wipe it clean with your tongue... and get me a fucking beer, you cunt or I'll show you who's boss here!"
Well guess what, guys, it's that attitude that doesn't get you any. Women are people, and if it weren't for us, none of you would be here.
Cloning should be every man's nightmare, acknowledged or not: until an artificial womb is invented, women are the only medium for a fetus to grow in. If we so chose, men would be extinct in a few generations.
Where do these creatures get their attitudes? And it's not just insecurity, it's a very real, deep-seated hatred of women. What frightens me the most is that it seems to be spreading at a terrifying rate, especially here in the US. It's enough to make me not want to leave the house.
When a woman laughs at a man it's usually for a good reason.
When a man kills a woman there never is reason. There is only hate.
Why do you hate the ones who love you? Did we not give you life, nurture, care? Did we not teach you to read, to play? Do we not listen to your rants about how the boss is a jerk, or the bank robs you of every hard-earned cent the government leaves you after taxes?
I'm going to go look for my Dear Heart to snuggle a while. I need to feel safe in his arms... and I shouldn't have to.
I should be able to feel safe on my own.