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

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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Michael Forman’s books on Goodreads ratings: 4 (avg rating 4.50)

Seethings

‘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’