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âWhat do women think about women?
WE ASKED A MANâ
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The New York Times, New York, January 3, 1897
History in a nutshell
âWhat do women think about women?
WE ASKED A MANâ
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the whole bernie sanders campaign is so funny because bernie said âi want you all to have nice thingsâ and people really said ânice things are bad and we dont deserve to have themâ
framing sexual attraction as something which can even be exclusionary is so monstrously gross because it presumes that the default of any personâs body/sexuality is public availability or automatic consent which is then limited or revoked. thatâs not how it works. my body is not a natural resource and i am not capable of depriving anyone of it. to be deprived or excluded from something, one must have had a right to access it in the first place.
Imagine if male genitals were treated like female genitals? Like testicles werenât even referred to as testicles and some men didnât even know what they were actually called and the general area was just called âpenisâ.
Imagine if boys were told that their prostate doesnât exist. Imagine if hairy genitals on men were called âbearded snakes.â And they donât know how many different holes they have until adulthood. Imagine.
imagine if men were flocking en mass to get âtesticle tighteningâ surgeries.  imagine if men werenât taught that they could have orgasms.  Imagine if it were considered rude to say âpenisâ even in debates regarding legislature involving medical care about menâs penises.  Imagine penis was a word that was considered too âdirtyâ to be said on television. Imagine if penisâs were depicted only as meat-sticks that fit in vaginas with no other value.  Imagine if teenage boys heard joke after joke about how all dicks smell terrible no matter what
Imagine if people thought the more a penis was used, the smaller and more useless it became.
Imagine if people didnât understand how penises âworkâ and therefore their orgasms didnât matter.
Imagine if having a penis meant you were paid less money.
Imagine if the ideal male genitalia were small and hairless like a prepubescent boyâs, and larger/hairier male genitalia was considered gross and sloppy.
Imagine if unreciprocated cunnilingus were the norm.
Imagine if boys were taught that sex was expected to hurt for them and were told to lie back and think of England, to grin and bear it.
Imagine if male reproductive conditions were under-researched and under-treated. No known cause, no known cure was the default. Reproductive pains considered normal for men, and their reproductive complaints mocked and dismissed.
Imagine that teenage boys were put on hormonal birth control, perhaps because theyâre thought to help these mysterious ailments but with the side effect of making them sexually available to women all the time without risk of pregnancy.
Imagine if male hormonal cycles (high T in the morning, low T at night) were mocked and considered to make men unreliable. If menâs competence and judgment was questioned because of it (âHeâs just mad because itâs that time of the day! Theyâre so testerical in the morningâ or âCan a man really hold office if heâs just going to start crying every time the evening rolls around and his T drops?â, including worse mockery for older men who have lower T in general and might have erectile dysfunction, prostate cancer, or other older male reproductive issues).
Imagine if there was legislation on menâs right to ejaculate without the intent to reproduce because âevery sperm is sacredâ.
Imagine if the few times women could be bothered to make sure men orgasmed, they made it all about them and continued stimulation right through the refractory period because they thought the man could come better than that. Imagine hand jobs with no lube was the most that most women were willing to do for men. Imagine men were mocked for requesting the use of lube. Imagine fellatio lasted only a few seconds and then women would ask, âDid you come?â Imagine if semen were considered the most disgusting bodily fluid, worse than piss or shit or snot, and even the words âspermâ and âsemenâ were met with dramatic disgusted faces and gagging, while women readily and openly talked about period blood, discharge, and female ejaculate. Imagine if squeezing too hard and biting were the norm and men felt that they had to pretend it didnât hurt. Imagine if it was common for women to do this on purpose because they knew it did hurt and thatâs what got them off. Imagine if men were expected to use products that made their genitals irritated in order to have softer skin there, or a different shade/colour, or a different smell. Imagine they were to expected to have intercourse or a rough hand job in spite of this irritation.
Guys who think this is an exaggeration all of this ALL OF THIS EVERY SINGLE ONE is a real, genuine equivalent for what women experience. And itâs inhumane.
Men will always act as if this isnât the norm for women.
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The police caught and arrested him. But despite the heinous and violent crimes he was credibly accused of, he was released without bail. He was free for three months AFTER police discovered  that he was abusing 12 underage black girls.
Chrystul Kizer was raped and trafficked by this man for years.
Sheâs now facing life in prison for defending herself against her attacker.
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this isnât an old post; the screenshot has a typo: her hearing is scheduled for february of 2020 and if she is convicted as charged she will spend life in prison. she will likely never be granted clemency. her case and the court are far more stacked against her than they were for cyntoia brown, who regardless still spent 15 years in prison.
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i witness pictures of a ârelaxingâ woman and i think: it is funny how they see us. in the movies under the shower, the actress stands with shaved legs, leaning into the water, opening her mouth with a sensuous sigh. our sleepovers are supposed to come with bras and tight panties, laughing our painted lips over pizza you donât see us eat. we take walks in the park in good heels, look excellent after running, always have a gentle smile on our pristine faces.
an artist draws a piece about how women alone donât have to be sad that theyâre alone, they should relish in it, which i thank him for giving me permission to do. the result of his work is half-nude ladies draped like linens over their couches, flashes of thigh gaps and open lips, breasts swelling pleasantly, a yawn and and stretch that shows off her hipbones.Â
the only evidence i have that iâm normal is considered comedy. our reality is comedy. lying in bed under three covers, bra off but sweater on, laptop positioned directly under lack of a chin: that gets a laugh. in the movies, the quirky girl in a cute-ugly but somehow flattering pajama set gets caught at the supermarket and itâs a nice romantic scene where we find out how awkward it is for her to exist without makeup, without her best effort to please sexually. she sees her boss or her cute friend or whatever else makes us laugh and cringe and the next time we put on âreal clothesâ before we go out shopping.
the real world exists somewhere outside the picture of women. we come home and strip off our bras, but instead of that being a still image of a delicate female stepping away nude, itâs a moment of our peacefulness. the narrative so often stops here, us heading our improbably slim legs to the bedroom. but instead our breasts donât always hang evenly, instead some of us do not have breasts, instead we swipe a hand over our tired faces and smear our makeup but are too lazy to take it off. our bodies crack and crunch and do not stretch like a cat but instead in weird directions, we rush out our breath and slouch and barely keep our eyes open. we lie with our thighs touching and our stomachs hanging because itâs comfortable. we sling ourselves undainty over whatever will support our weight. our showers consist equally of staring into the void as of unflattering angles while we wash; our bodies never come pre-shaved and for some reason our underarm hair is really persistent or our leg hair is dark and shows even after shaving or maybe both. our sleepovers mostly feature netflix and wine, getting food on our faces, eating until our stomachs make round pleased hills, talking trash and swearing up storms more than we paint our nails. we donât go to the store in cute-ugly clothes, we go because we forgot to buy tampons or we dropped all our rice on the ground or because weâre human and we need supplies to survive.Â
there is a very strange body-positive rule where somehow, we always end up under the slogan âbeautiful.â our loneliness, our adulthood, our moments where were are not even being judged - i should remind you that those are beautiful too. but the truth is that you donât need to be beautiful. and these moments in particular, that belong to you: theyâre yours, they donât need to be told that they exist in some plane of desirability. who cares if theyâre ugly, if theyâre truly self-serving and unflattering and indelicate. when you are home, you are finally human, returned to skin that itches in awkward places and ugly habits and itâs okay. they wonât show you a version of that without laughing about it, but we are real, we donât keep ourselves perfect in even our peaceful moments. itâs okay. i know you might be worried what happens if you get a partner or roommate and they learn you live this way, that youâre messy and forget to brush your teeth sometimes and get food all over the place when you eat and iâm telling you: youâre not unusual. youâre just human, and these moments arenât somehow shameful. theyâre not untouchable and unspeakable because theyâre not pretty. because instead theyâre human.
we arenât here to be watched, and we donât need your approval. we werenât created to always please. sometimes we get to take a break from beautiful.
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If you come across anything remotely female-centered, and your first instinct is to call it terfy, you're a misogynist. Plain and simple. If you see something that has to do with women and your only criticism is screeching the word "terf!1!1" then something is seriously wrong with you.
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men are not âhelping outâ when they take care of their children⊠theyâre taking care of their children.
Men literally go viral for brushing their daughterâs hair. Thatâs where the bar is.
our standards are 6 feet under and theyre digging to the earths core to avoid em