Chicken tikka masala. Noms! – at VMware Cafe – See on Path.
all women were bigger and stronger than you
And thought they were smarter
women were the ones who started wars
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y Jelly
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gun
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penis
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastes
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
In a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-ons
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
“The truth about impotence”
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”
You had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the job
You couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from running
And what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.
- Carol Diehl
Helen Boyd posted about two cool Chrome extensions:
- Jailbreak the Patriarchy switches “he” and “she” pronouns as well as other gendered words (mother, father, etc)
- Jailbreak the Binary swaps all gendered pronouns for gender neutral ones.
Wicked, didn’t know about this!
Why the hell am I spending time looking at fancy lingerie? Why do I actually care? I can’t speak for lesbian relationships, as I’ve only been with guys, but seriously, it all comes off in the end, doesn’t it? The guys I’ve had relationships with (both romantically and platonically) are generally so excited that they’re about to see boobs that they could care less about what’s covering them.
And yet, I feel this compulsion to keep looking.
Lingerie is wonderful. I love the feeling of it, I love how it makes me feel, and I love how it makes me look. When I put on something sexy, it’s always for me first and my partner second. Of course, my partner’s reaction to it falls into the “how it makes me feel” category, but it’s only a small part of the bigger picture. And anyway, more than half the time I do wear lingerie, I’m home alone. ;)
As Mitch Hedberg said, “I don’t stop doing something because of what happens at the end. Do you want an apple? No, eventually it will be a core.”
So, anyway… I don’t think there’s anything wrong with looking at and enjoying lingerie. It’s fun! (And I promise, there are lots of people who enjoy seeing their partners in sexy stuff.)
thats all that is left
OF MY ENTIRE
CAN’T BEAT MY “TH”S.
h t butt
Wow, that’s first middle and last, reduced to two letters. I don’t like this game.