Withhold Conversation Boys

Fuck It!

The power of the pussy is over. It’s time for a testicular takeover. Feminism didn’t work. It caused more problems than it solved and life is worse with it than without.

She says: “You’d get more action if you took the bins out more often or did the dishes once in awhile.”

He says: “I took the bins out now blow me!”

She says: “Well, not now. I have to be in the mood.”

Well, baby. It’s now about a mood. You’re always in a mood. You’ve got your moods whenever you need them. Those damn bins were out hours ago and the dishes were done. You shoulda seen that and then fronted-up naked with your mouth open but no! You have another condition you wanna add to them?

She says: “Talk to me a little. Tell me a story.”

She wants something more than bins and dishes.

Fuck!

What’s the deal?

We talked yesterday. We talked the day before that. In fact, we talked every day this week and plenty of times before. I thought this was a bins and dishes issue. Now you’re saying this is a talking one?

Well I took the fuckin’ bins out. I did the dishes, washing, wiping and putting everything away. I’ve talked for weeks. It seems that I’ve completed everything…I’m in credit! I should have credits at hand and choose my choices.

She says: “But if you talk to me nice, you might get something nice.”

What? That’s not how it was when I first met you. You’re tongue was down my throat before I even learned of your last name. We banged on the bonnet of my car in front of ‘Nashies’ nightclub off route 49. Remember that? I didn’t need to take any bins out or do dishes back then. You jumped me, remember? That was your hand on my jeans.

“I need to feel loved.”

Loved? I’ve rented this place so we could be together. Whenever there’s a spider around, I deal with it. Whenever you cry, I hug. I’ve listened to you, offered my opinions knowing you already knew the answer to any question you’ve asked and now you say you need to feel loved?

Fuck this!

I’m withholding conversation until you can learn to play nice!

-A

Equality, equality, equality… and sex.

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Yes, that’s right, drunk Josie can’t consent to sex but drunk Jake can.

Let’s raise a glass to King Jake!

I like equality. It’s soooo damn equal. The equilibrium has been equalizing equality so well that inequality doesn’t exist anymore. Josie has a special placard to help her enter the equal-zone!

What a bunch of bullshit!

Together, feminism and masculism are protecting men and women from their amorous opposites who are plotting to get a piece of action-on-the-easy, right.

Masculism?

Oh that’s right! That one doesn’t exist! Males don’t need protection from females. They don’t need to have an opinion on the matter either. It’s assumed they’ll be fine because equality… well, exists only for females.

Fair enough.

Feminism, on the other hand, does stupid things – like posts literature like this to remind men and women with a ridiculous warning that tries to educate but disempowers females and re-empowers males. It dumb-downs the female in its narrative and then puts Jake in the driver’s seat.

Jake is in charge. Josie is nothing.

Unless Jake’s tying her up and forcing alcohol down her throat, one would assume that Josie’s head has a brain. That’s her hand, her glass, her smile, and her decision to drink what’s inside it. Feminism does its best to help but it inadvertently removes some responsibility from the female by posting this crap. Women no know that if they have morning-after guilt, they’ll then have a Union who’ll turn something relatively small into something big – that can ruin a man.

That’s too bad… for the man.

Men deal with life-errors and move on. They don’t have a union to call upon if they feel the choices they made the night before were bad. They live with their decisions like good, responsible, sexually active adults. No union required.

All is equal – only to those who see it.

And then there’s another logical approach:

Alcoholics Anonymous teaches its people about the affects of alcohol. Spouses and children of alcoholics are told through their equivalent sessions that any individual influenced by alcohol is no longer that individual when drunk. It doesn’t become sexist and suggest that women are better drunks than men or vice versa. It calls it how it sees it. Everyone is someone else during an alcoholic episode. That’s what gets spouses and children through the pain of living with an alcoholic family member.

Back to Jake and Josie.

If Josie puts her body in alcohol’s hands, then alcohol is left in charge of it. If Jake has sex with a drunk Josie, then he’s not having sex with Josie at all. He’s banging a margherita… because the margarita says yes. Margaritas can’t claim rape! Margaritas can’t file suits. Women who leave alcohol in charge of their bodies need to review their relationship with it.

What we all need to do is work on reducing morning-after guilt.

Sex isn’t bad. There’s no need for guilt or shame to be applied to it. A guy who pisses off afterwards is a cad, not a rapist. At the time, it was right thing to do and everyone has to live with that fact. That’s what being an adult is all about. You can’t change your mind later if you didn’t like the outcome.

Women tend to have it worse because being a slut implies negative connotations – and that burden needs to be removed by both feminism and masculism. Frankly, any woman who puts a smile on her and her lover’s face should be seen as a hero not a villain.

Men, and especially women, have got to stop slagging off at promiscuous females. How can something so joyful be turned into something evil?!

Selfishness or jealousy can turning anything evil. Now you have to ask the reason why you want it called evil. Is it more about you than the promiscuity of someone else?

Some of us don’t like all the happiness to go elsewhere…

…because it reminds us of our sadness. – Mx