#Freethenipple Campaign is Completely Sexist

I died twice from attack-nipples. In high school, a friend of mine spent three months in a coma as a result of a wayward nipple and a poorly crocheted 80’s bikini top!

As I get older I tire of humanity’s ridiculousness. When a nipple needs a campaign like #freethenipple to discuss a nipple’s rightful place, I know the world can’t grow up. It’s a nipple people. It can’t kill!

But we need #freethenipple because we see an unjust imbalance going on and want justice, equality. Facebook and other social media have policies in place to protect you and I from seeing nude nipples, not men’s nipples, women’s.

This image recently passed Facebook's rules due to the mastectomy scar the woman wears. Mastectomy scars are allowed.

This image recently passed Facebook’s rules due to the mastectomy scar the woman wears. Mastectomy scars are allowed.

What about what’s right or wrong? What about common sense? Can’t we think for ourselves? Must we always rely on the next guy’s existence to establish our own?The current argument uses men’s nipples to get its point across. Men show them so women should too. Nice. The He’s doing it so why can’t I? style of debate takes us back to many childhood moments. Billy got two cookies and I only got one and my feelings are hurt. That’s not a point, that’s selfish want.

When it comes to nipples, what are we so frightened of, a little autonomous thought on human sexuality?

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A nipple isn’t anything. By itself, it can’t harm. It has no fingers, no opposing thumbs, a hidden dagger or a vile agenda of some sort. It has no muscles to achieve anything at all. So what’s the real problem here? Why do we have we an issue to fight for?

I like nipples. I don’t hate them. I know my head doesn’t explode when I see them. I’ve seen lots of nipples in my time and the head I have today is the same one I had when I was born. I’ve never needed hospitalisation, first-aid or emergency counselling for something a nipple caused. My experiences with nipples have always been good ones, some were great ones. My memories of nipples make me smile. They put me in a happy place.

Maybe that’s the problem.

Some of us don’t like free happiness.

The issue is sex. Men earn it. They earn sex’s happiness. They don’t get freebies. A freely exposed nipple is a sexual freebie they haven’t earnt.

It has nothing to do with children or rescuing them from the clutches of adult sexuality. Children know nipples better than anyone. They’ve not long left them. They have their own and will grow to manage those nipples as they age. A negative example of nipples only adds unnecessary anxiety to the youth. Using children as an excuse to hide nipples places pain on the next generation. That’s a selfish and nasty thing adults do to!

Women fear the sexual freebie. Men have their sex way too easy. They get off on anything, everything, and leave their emotions behind when they do it. Hiding nipples controls men’s sexual happiness. By regulating nipple exposure, it dispenses happiness at a woman’s pleasure. Loose nipples loses that control. We use the word offensive but it really replaces the word fear. Losing control is fearful. #freethenipple is lathered up in foamy fear and women want nipples covered, controlled.

The excuse used is that nipples are offensive. Nipples aren’t offensive. They save lives. A baby needs its mother’s milk and they get it through nipples. It doesn’t make any sense to take a life-giving part of our body and turn it into a thing of terror. We should lose our fears and embrace #freethenipple.

Join me on my other campaigns when I pretty much say the same things the same way: #freethevagina #freethepenis #freethefear #freetheterror #freethefree #freeme #stoptheworld #shitthingswesaytojustify #kurdaitcha #seethings

-Mx

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‘Forman’s writing style is artful, with the protagonist Mitchell’s warped thought processes masterfully exposed. The author has a powerful and vivid command of language and his word pictures are stark and disturbingly real.’  – Linda J Bettenay, author of ‘Secrets Mothers Keep’ and ‘Wishes For Starlight’

Bronwyn Joy Parker gets suspended sentence for burning boyfriend’s penis with hair straightener | Daily Mail Online

A 22-year-old woman, who was given permission by her boyfriend to burn his penis with a hair straightener after he cheated on her, has received a suspended jail sentence.
The mutual agreement between the couple from Mount Barker, west of Adelaide in South Australia, saw the jealous girlfriend give her partner third-degree burns after he spent two nights with his ex-girlfriend.
Applying the straightener for just a few seconds, Bronwyn Joy Parker told the police she thought it would only feel like sunburn, NT News reported.
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He Raped Me With His Eyes!

Feminism has a lot to answer for.

‘He raped me with his eyes.’ She said frighteningly.

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I couldn’t help myself. ‘Say what?’

It wasn’t a joke. She said it. She meant it. There was genuine fear in her eyes.

I was in a bar last week with several people and one twenty-something came from across the floor and went up to her girlfriend in our group. She was ‘in fear for her life’ and dead serious about getting the security guard onto this guy to have him removed.

Yes, there are women out there who CAN’T find a date because men fear the consequences from the propaganda successfully installed into them by decades of feminism. They then suffer from overzealous, anxious females who misuse it and think it’s their right to say ridiculous things like this, make others share in their fear, believe it’s okay to have someone else fix their problems for them.

He raped me with his eyes?

OH FFS!

All you’ve said is: He did nothing!

Why don’t you take it all the way? Why not perceive THAT BASTARD to have imagined forcing a bikie gangbang upon you on a pool table? I don’t see why not, nothing happened anyway and you came up with this story based on nothing. A guy found you interesting. You dressed attractively for the night out and you attracted someone. It wasn’t rape. It was conversation through the mechanics of attraction… and who cares what he thought behind his eyes? His thoughts aren’t your property to have removed. Do the right thing and walk away. If you are so frightened for your life and sexual security, remove your fucking self from the premises and go a long way away! Go somewhere else where you feel safe, like a convent or something. Just go away and let the real women of this world do business in a proper and responsible fashion with their male counterparts. Don’t ask the big guy at the door to become your daddy and kick this guy’s arse for you. He did nothing wrong. And DON’T spread fear amongst our group. Take your fear out the door and don’t bring it back… ever!

Okay, let’s assume, for a minute, that HE imagine-fucked you without your consent. What a pig! Did he force it up your imagined-ass? Did he take you in imagined-doggy-style? Did you imagine his dick to be thick or thin? Were you in imagined pain? Did you imagine yourself having an accidental rape orgasm? Did he imagine-enjoy himself?

Ahhh! That’s the real problem isn’t it?

You don’t like men having a good time ahead of you. It’s not about the fear of rape, it’s the fear of loss-of-control… that he got something for nothing without your permission! Feminism’s ethos is to empower women through the pursuance of equality. You’ve mistaken the word empower for powerful and equality for the same. Now you’re brandishing your powerful weapon of bitchiness across your life and sucking other people into your black hole of fear because you believe that no man will have something for free.

Let me tell you, he probably DID rape you that night. He probably went home and masturbated over you, many times over. Could you handle that if you knew, or would you self combust?

There is also a possibility that he dreamed of making love to you in a completely consensual way. It may be that he didn’t want sex at all and just enjoyed being with what he saw as the most attractive girl in the room. But now you’ll never know… and you’ve got one man running for cover and passing your horrid opinions about men like a bad disease to other females. No doubt your social media festered too just as soon as you could scratch your nasty claws against the glass of an electronic device.

I hope you don’t find a man.

That kind of shit shouldn’t be allowed to propagate in any children you may have.

-A

Inspired by the novel SEETHINGS

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‘Forman’s writing style is artful, with the protagonist Mitchell’s warped thought processes masterfully exposed. The author has a powerful and vivid command of language and his word pictures are stark and disturbingly real.’ – Linda J Bettenay, author of ‘Secrets Mothers Keep’ and ‘Wishes For Starlight’

Undeserving Parents!

I Want A Baby!

“Fuck off!”

“You smell. You make funny noises. This place is an absolute mess all of the time… but you’re hot.”

Toothless Terry will eventually shag Linda. Her home is more a home than his own.

“Do you want to stay over?” She asks the day after they met.

“Sure,” he replies

Babies come from the meeting of two bodies. Bodies come from the meeting of two minds.

And they lived happily-everafter.

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

Two-faced and Manipulative Bitches

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Christ!

This one is a doozy!

These two chicks apply to get jobs at a very successful and sexy lingerie outlet, Honey Birdette. At some point, they leave and turn their story about unfair work practices into an argument about female emancipation, exploitation and sexual harassment. They then set about burning symbols of these three things in the street.

Overworked to the point of having to take a piss in a garbage can ’cause they’re not allowed to close-up-shop to use a proper toilet, they’ve come up with a sexism debate. Nice… but very  WRONG girls! I see the lie.

Your eyes were very much open when you applied for work at Honey Birdette. You weren’t naive at the interview.

Yes, these spiteful women openly admit to knowing what the business was all about before they signed on. No doubt they jumped for joy when they were offered their jobs and again when their first paychecks arrived!

In a forward-thinking approach to lingerie marketing, Honey Birdette employees were told to wear the company’s products and use sexy catchphrases to build the store around an extremely provocative and sexualised brand. I bet these ladies nodded and agreed to all that was being asked of them.

But retailing is tough business. I know, I’ve done it. You’re on your feet all day long and, sometimes, it feels like entrapment – especially when your boss won’t allow you to leave the store to answer the call of nature.

So how does this become sexual harassment?

The sexual harassment they speak of is not not necessarily with the owners of the business (although why not) but with its customers.

Let me tell you this, the general public is an ass! It doesn’t matter what you’re selling in what type of store, there will always be pricks, twats, tools, bitches and smartasses passing through those doors every single day. There’s no stupidity-filter to stop those customers from turning up… because they are customers!

Yes, they buy your time ladies. Salespeople are just simple prostitutes. Customers don’t want your opinions – just say yes when it’s needed, sell them the shit they want, smile and ring that till baby!

If you have an issue with an individual, take it up with the offender when one happens. Stop whining about it and hoping someone with feminist sympathies will fix it for you afterwards.You’re over eighteen. Grow the fuck up!

The other option is to resign. Lock the front door, call the boss and tell him where to pick up the keys. That’d send signals upstream that’d speak more than the muddy words of sexism, emancipation, harassment and any other keyword that looks like it should fit  well to stir up some action.

It’s lingerie ladies. It’s skimpy and sexual. Sexuality encircles this kind of product and sexuality is purely subjective. One person has little response to a pretty girl in revealing clothes whilst another gets serious eye-twitches and comes in their pants.

So someone touched you or said something suggestive? Wake up. Life is like that.

Your argument arsenal is now reduced to the subject we started with: toileting.

My boss always hated hearing a complaint from a customer that the doors to one of his stores was found shut when they arrived.

As much as one tries to keep those doors open, sometimes it can’t be helped. Single-staffed shops have to be managed this way and bosses know that all too well – the good ones understand. If he or she doesn’t, they can take their job and shove it. Burning their products for the cameras only draws attention to a bit of self-centred immaturity.

So get off your high-horses and join us in the reality in which most of us dwell. Your dispute isn’t all that. I bet it’s really about issues of long hours, underpayment, little recognition and job unfulfillment.

That doesn’t make the frustration you’re feeling into SEXISM.

Responsible women know this.

-M

Don’t Lie to Me!

Lipstick Desktop BackgroundShe leans into the mirror and runs another layer of Allure’s Rouge over her naturally thin, pale lips.

‘Lying is bad. If I ever found you lying to me, I’d leave.’

She doesn’t have lips that are so red or that wide. She drags the greasy stick over the edges and then lines it with a fine pencil of a similar colour.

‘And honesty is the most important thing in a relationship.’

After coating her face with various layers of shades and tones that disguise her natural looks, turning her tiny eyes into oceans, she disrobes, tucks two mounds of silicone into a lacy bra, two butt-cheeks into wonder jeans and then steps into moderate sized heels to lift her body.

‘What do you think about my hair? I just love these new extensions.’

This blonde is normally brown – a mousey mixture of light and middle tones that are neither close enough to make her a speculative red nor a questionable blonde.

‘It looks good. I like you with long hair.’

She smiles and swishes the excess around a few times, turns it into a bun on the top of her head and pins it in place.

‘What about these stringy bits at the front? Aren’t they cute?’

She winds a length of loose hair that falls from her temples around a heating wand and then releases it into a gentle curl.

‘What about leaving it down? I like it like that.’

‘Down is boring. Besides, I have a gorgeous neck and this makes me look sophisticated.’

She slips on a blouse, kisses her lover and says, ‘If you ever lie to me, I’ll leave. Good relationships are built on honesty, don’t you agree?’

‘Sure.’

They embrace. She walks to the door but stops and turns back to him.

‘I’m booked in on the fifth for teeth whitening and a spray tan. Can you tell anyone who calls on that day that I’m at work?’

‘Yes, dear. Honesty is very important.’

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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

My wife hates me.

She refused my seed.

We had a great relationship. We were friends. We planned to have children. We did everything right. We abided by the rules.

The rules in a Catholic life were abstinence.

Abstinence was nice but it was also a cruel thing.

My wife wanted children. I wanted sex.

Without going into details, one of us wanted abstinence to stay and the other wanted a wife.