Is NOT what you get.
http://www.speakoutnow.org/People/BrendaandWandaHenson.html
Posted on 10/04/2004 7:31:17 AM PDT by dead
Nadine Davidoff has had enough of men assuming that what gay women really want is a bloke.
When you see two girls walking down the street arm in arm there are a few of safe assumptions you could make about the scene; either the girls are friends or they are gay - they could even be partners. However, a certain subset of heterosexual men inexplicably arrive at a completely different conclusion: that the girls are putting on this display for their benefit and that they secretly want the men to join in the fun.
Who knows where this misconception comes from? Centuries of male privilege perhaps; a notion that everything in this world is created for their enjoyment? But this is the post-feminist age and men have long since ceased to be our supreme rulers. Which poses the question: what part of the word "gay" do these men not understand?
We are not helped, of course, by the likes of Madonna and Britney Spears, who recently engaged in a tongue-twister for precisely the purpose of revving up heterosexual men. I am sure they enjoyed themselves (well, Britney surely did) but did they realise that this wanton publicity stunt trivialises and misrepresents every genuine display of affection between lesbian women?
A case in point; one warm Sunday afternoon, I was walking along Bondi Beach hand-in-hand with my girlfriend. Deep in conversation, we suddenly became aware of a fat, hairy man barrelling towards us with his arms outstretched. "How 'bout a threesome ladies?" he leered as he attempted to enfold us in a group hug. It didn't take us very long to come up with an appropriate response to this invasion, and we promptly told the fool to bugger off. But sometimes, it's a little bit more tricky.
For example, my girlfriend dropped me off at yoga one evening, and as we parted, she gave me a quick kiss goodbye. "Nice kiss, girls," drawled a male member of the class as he stepped into the room. As I followed him into a quiet candlelit studio with members of the class already deep into their postures, it didn't seem quite right to ruin the serenity with a loud four-letter word.
It does help though, to have your mother on hand. Strolling past Ravesi's in Bondi one hot afternoon (yes, hand-in-hand with my girl) the hairy boofheads spilling out of every open window could not contain their excitement, and proceeded to hassle us with catcalls and whistles. By now, quite used to this graceless display, we walked blithely on. Not so my mother, for whom this was a new experience. "What's wrong with you all?" she scolded as she turned to face them. "They're not doing it for your benefit."
I have never seen a bunch of men sink faster into their beers. Clearly, if there's one thing heterosexual men are still afraid of, it's their mothers.
Must have had your cialis Friday.
Is NOT what you get.
http://www.speakoutnow.org/People/BrendaandWandaHenson.html
A butch woman can never take the place of a man no matter how shaved her head is and flannel her shirt is.
Men have a smell to them that is like a hypnotic drug. Not all men have the same smell. Mix that with the scent of a good cigar and it is very attractive IMO.
Women have a smell to and it gags me esp. if their Aunt is visiting.
Is there a DVD out yet?
As best I understand that post, this seems to be the central premise:
Maybe this is just an individual sort of thing, but as a man, I don't view myself as nobly granting to women the power to decline my invitations. I honestly think that the main reason that most men don't commit rape is because they have no innate desire to engage in nonconsexual sex. It's really that simple for me.
yikes
"Maybe this is just an individual sort of thing, but as a man, I don't view myself as nobly granting to women the power to decline my invitations. I honestly think that the main reason that most men don't commit rape is because they have no innate desire to engage in nonconsexual sex. It's really that simple for me."
Yup. I've always found that sex was much, much more fun when both parties are willing and active participants. I can't imagine why anyone would want to have sex with someone who didn't want to engage in that activity. Different strokes, I guess.
When I was stationed in Turkey in the USAF, there was a government-run brothel (Turkish) near the isolated base where I was stationed. Lots of the other guys frequented the brothel, but I could never quite see the point. Frankly, I'd rather do it myself than have sex with someone for money. It just didn't appeal.
I say heterosexual activity is "natural" because it can produce a "natural" product...another human being. The same is not so of homosexual activity.
On the other hand "orgasms" are natural, no matter how they are arrived at. (pun intended)
Actually, there is very little nobility in it, and if you think there is you have a problem. Any of us has the power to "lie in wait" and kill someone. That few people do isn't evidence of noble character, rather it is simply evidence that we are not of particularly nasty character.
Well, acutally, the whole word. These woman don't look happy or cheerful, they look like homosexuals caught in the grip of an identity crisis and in denial about their sickness. 
Why?
If I posted my pictures on my profile page everyone would assume it was another ClassyBlueEyedBlonde situation going on. You may recall that episode.
Well, if they're big block rockin' thick chicks with vestigial mustaches ( I said vestigial....) then that's not interesting for anyone to look at.
Except in a 'human sideshow of misery' kind of way....
If I posted my pictures on my profile page everyone would assume it was another ClassyBlueEyedBlonde situation going on. You may recall that episode.
Before you laugh let me remind you that they featured one remarkably entertaining writer, Jean Shepard who once commented that he could swear that his old man had rear-facing radar in his right hand as he could swat any errant ingrate who happened to be so unfortunate as to be big of mouth and small of intellect while occupying the backseat of a moving car on a family outing.
If you were the loving mother of a testosterone-saturated split-seamed offspring wouldn't your first instinct be to protect the family?
(Silence, Crickets chirping)
Ping!
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