Showing posts with label positivity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label positivity. Show all posts

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Um, No. Just No. GFYADIARI*, Please.



My breasts would like to have a moment of your time . . .

What Women Never Hear is normally just the rantings of a misogodude and his personal thoughts on women (he hates them. a lot.), but he occasionally does hit a more universal feeling.

Her Highness Delicate Petals at post 982 cited how men expect sex based on a woman’s sexual history. Men interpret their due according to what she provided others.

First of all, I'm calling shenanigans on the name Delicate Petals not relating to labia. There's no way "Delicate Petals" isn't yonic. But anyway, yeah, you know what? That's true. A disturbingly large number of men are of the opinion that if you've fucked one guy, you owe it to the rest of them to keep on fucking your way through humanity.

Hey, guess what? I can fuck every guy on earth but you. It's totally my right. I can fuck all of you**, half of you, two of you or none of you. It's up to me. And just because I fucked Josh, Joe, Jeremiah and Jared doesn't mean I have to fuck you or anyone else. Get over it.

Oh, and just because I fucked you in the past doesn't mean I have to fuck you in the future. And this outfit, not for you. Sure, go ahead and look, but try not to be creepy about it. They're breasts. Calm down.

And buddy, the title of your post? Another Conquerer's Rights Don't Apply? Nobody "conquered" me. I am an active participant in my own sex life. I am not England and your penis is not a Viking. And you don't get rights to me no matter what I have willingly done in the past, and I don't care if that's 5 minutes in the past, the only person with rights to my body is me.

Men do whatever women require for frequent and convenient access to sex. The best marriage candidates become devoted to her based on the promise he sees and not the promises she makes. Promises more easily imagined when her sexual history does not cloud her man’s imagination.

I am not my vagina and I don't want to marry anyone who's only doing it for "frequent and convenient access to sex". Get a blowup doll if that's what you want. What I do with my vagina is none of your business. You imagine whatever you wish, it's none of your business. I've been told that the "correct" answer to the question of how many men you have in your past is "3", just enough to be experienced, not enough to seem like a slut. You know what my answer is? "I don't even know!" I do know, it's just none of your damn business.

/end Sex Positivity 101




*Go Fuck Yourself and Die in a Raging Inferno
** I'm going to be very busy for the next 1,376 years.
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