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

Hijacking INCEL and its bullying celebrations.

Involuntary Celibacy: Its acronym has never seen so much use as it does today. Men from all ages are taking to the Internet to voice their frustrations in sex, women, feminism and report on their feelings so we can all see.

It’s nice men are communicating. Social media and Internet sites provide a voice and place where men of all types and ages can speak their thoughts. Men aren’t always known for talking. They prefer action. Unfortunately the chatter they are leaving about the Internet in sites like REDDIT and LOOKISM are all too brief, often peppered in angry overtones. They leave with them a residue of nastiness every time they engage the topic. Their literacy is minimal, assumptions are maximal, sentences reduced to a few speculative words that for them point to the ‘real issues’ but for anyone else they read as code. In many ways, they are doing themselves an injustice by not clearly stating their needs in any of their texts. The word INCEL becomes a tired and well-beaten thing that vapourises into uselessness because it’s overused. Fresh content lacks and ‘the issues’ men want addressed in society are swept under the carpet.

Not all writers commentating on INCEL are like that though. One or two have the ability and skills to string enough words together to create a well-written blog post. One of the first to write about INCEL calls himself M2 (now listed as M3). I discovered his first INCEL post nearly four years ago. That single post was a clear hit! It drew in thousands of ‘likers’ immediately and hundreds of commenters in the months that followed. I believe this was the origin of the term; Involuntary Celibacy. It has grown ever since.

It’s only natural that in this fast-paced life that the two words would become one. Unfortunately, in doing so, the new word excludes uneducated readers, for they first have to know where the word came from before engaging in the content. Not all readers care to repair the hole an author made in their pieces and thus disengage right away.

Another author came forward about a year later and vented his emotions in a post that blew the Internet apart (The original post no longer exists). He recommended that governments around the world should fund a global solution: Paying women to have sex with men. He declared it his right to have sex. If he couldn’t get it on his own, he wanted someone else to do it for him.

Currently, the frustrated younger men taking the ‘net daily are using INCEL as a measurement of un-attractiveness. It’s not unlike females who taunt and bully other females using the words ‘skank’ or ‘slut’. Slut-shaming is a female specialty: Girls who see others who have more sexual attraction by using their good-looks now equals the boys not able to get enough sex with their sexual un-attraction and poor-looks. The insults come thick and fast when a new word is discovered!

In a morbid way, they celebrate their ability to attack others through these forums. It’s pack mentality. Two hundred years ago this aggression would’ve included pitchforks, short lengths of rope and a low hanging branches. Didn’t we use to have a proper word or two for people who didn’t look visually appealing or didn’t fit in?

And what about INCEL? What happens to those struggling with a type of celibacy they truly don’t want to be a part of? Do they first have to participate in an ‘ugly’ discussion simply because a bunch of bullies have hijacked the term and made it their own to use, abuse and misrepresent? There are men who need sex but are suffering because their lives, however they come to be, are sexless ones. They become depressed and angry for it. That’s what I draw from the structured content out there. It’s real and a real growing problem. How it’s overcome is something we should be working on.

INCEL-shaming is only diversionary and wastes time.

-Michael Forman (Author of SEETHINGS)

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#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?

These are prosthesis

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’