It’s just in your nature to want to be ravages and taken against your will. The sooner you accept it the sooner you can enjoy the pleasure of being a rape doll for men.
Every one I’ve ever fucked at least ;)
It’s okay to admit it.
So much better than those “I need feminism because” signs.
gotta love the fact that of the two lives of St Radegund, the one written by a nun is all about her good work for the community and the one written by a monk is torture porn.
this is from the Vita Radegundis of the nun Baudonivia:
(that attitude. i’d literally let radegund drive her horse over me.)
and this is from her Life by Fortunatus, who clearly had a problem (proceed with caution: very violent self-harm)
gotta love the fact that of the two lives of St Radegund, the one written by a nun is all about her good work for the community and the one written by a monk is torture porn.
I remember my wife often saying how exhausting it was for her to have to tell me what to do all the time. It’s why the sexiest thing a man can say to his partner is “I got this,” and then take care of whatever needs taken care of.
I always reasoned: “If you just tell me what you want me to do, I’ll gladly do it.”
But she didn’t want to be my mother. She wanted to be my partner, and she wanted me to apply all of my intelligence and learning capabilities to the logistics of managing our lives and household.
She wanted me to figure out all of the things that need done, and devise my own method of task management.
I wish I could remember what seemed so unreasonable to me about that at the time.
It’s not just about equal division of labor. It’s also about, “this thing is important to her. If he ignores it, he’s saying that what she wants is irrelevant to him.”
And that’s a guy saying, “I’m only spending time with you because it’s pleasant for me.” He’s already decided what’s “really” important, and her input is not welcome.
If he won’t do the dishes and laundry, he’s looking for fun, not a partnership. And his “leftist” ideals will be the same–something he studies because it’s interesting to him; a form of activism that he thinks will bring him a better life. If he can’t do household tasks that matter to a person he loves, he sure as hell can’t support policies that help people whose struggles he doesn’t even acknowledge are real.
They actually have a well paid full time job and position for someone who tells others what to do and schedules their activities in corporate sector. They call it the manager.
I remember my wife often saying how exhausting it was for her to have to tell me what to do all the time. It’s why the sexiest thing a man can say to his partner is “I got this,” and then take care of whatever needs taken care of.
I always reasoned: “If you just tell me what you want me to do, I’ll gladly do it.”
But she didn’t want to be my mother. She wanted to be my partner, and she wanted me to apply all of my intelligence and learning capabilities to the logistics of managing our lives and household.
She wanted me to figure out all of the things that need done, and devise my own method of task management.
I wish I could remember what seemed so unreasonable to me about that at the time.
It’s not just about equal division of labor. It’s also about, “this thing is important to her. If he ignores it, he’s saying that what she wants is irrelevant to him.”
And that’s a guy saying, “I’m only spending time with you because it’s pleasant for me.” He’s already decided what’s “really” important, and her input is not welcome.
If he won’t do the dishes and laundry, he’s looking for fun, not a partnership. And his “leftist” ideals will be the same–something he studies because it’s interesting to him; a form of activism that he thinks will bring him a better life. If he can’t do household tasks that matter to a person he loves, he sure as hell can’t support policies that help people whose struggles he doesn’t even acknowledge are real.
“Women are also rejected. Women also spend their teen years pining after dreamy boys who will never love them back. You don’t see us going around murdering people over it. You don’t see us setting up internet communities for the purpose of talking about how evil and shallow men are for not taking us to pound town. Women don’t go around killing men who don’t like them, because if you’re a woman in this society, a boy not liking you is the least of your problems. It is nowhere near the shittiest thing you’re going to be expected to “just deal with” in your life — one of those things being the fact that we are expected to “just deal with” how men are sometimes going to murder a bunch of people because they felt entitled to romantic attention from women. We are expected to “deal with” that, while never bringing up the terms “male privilege” or “male entitlement” or “toxic masculinity” and why those things so often lead to mass murder, on account of how that might really hurt the feelings of the men who have been gracious enough to not go on killing sprees.”
It’s also common for women to think “Oh, they don’t like me? There must be something wrong with me.” Whereas men are taught “She doesn’t like me? Something’s wrong with her/She’s a fucking bitch/Must be a lesbian.”
men don’t like to be generalized because once you do generalize them, all of their behaviours start making sense and they do not appreciate us catching up to them
“women don’t like to be generalized because once you do generalize them, all of their behaviours start making sense and they do not appreciate us catching up to them”
Does that sound sexist to you? Because if it does, you should have realized that the original quote was also really sexist.
Men generalize, dehumanize and objectify women near constantly but get their scrotes in a twist at even basic class analysis.
12th rule of misogyny: Women’s ability to recognize male behavior patterns is misandry.
It’s INSANE to me how controversial romance novels are. Romance novels. Like, being openly a fan of them immediately opens you up to people constantly coming at you like “but don’t you think it’s ~limiting- and ~juvenile~ to have a genre of books with happy endings for women?”
Like.
No?
Why is it such a big deal to want to read stories where women have sex and then don’t die at the end? Jesus Christ.
Why is the concept of female characters being happy seen as less creative than female characters suffering? (Trust me, creating a world where women win in the end takes a lot more creativity and artistic vision lmfao)
Anyway, literary bros will pry my romance novels with their happy endings from my cold dead fingers.
Or die in the very beginning of the book. But no one calls out James Patterson for writing another formulaic thriller in which a woman is horrifically killed after getting laid and then some man solves her murder. Every. Damn. Time.
But hey, those romance novels where women get happy endings are so limiting, eh?
Real talk: realizing how common it is for female characters to be punished for on-the-page sex with death was a big part of my embracing the romance genre. Once I noticed it I couldn’t unnotice it. It’s everywhere. A woman having sex in literature or non-romance genre fiction is the literary equivalent of a red shirt on Star Trek.
It’s not just the sex thing, though that’s a key element. It’s that, in romance novels, the heroine gets to be cared for the way she normally would care for everyone else. It’s wish fulfillment in that her romantic partner will do emotional labor, spend a great deal of time thinking about her, or sacrifice his desires or fortune or reputation to be with her, or spend days nursing her back to health, or risking his life to save hers. In romance novels, you’ll find men taking care of children, talking about their feelings, putting effort into their appearance—even if they are adorably bad at it. Watch how many romance novel protagonists fall in love with a man who happens to be rich or handsome, but she didn’t give in until his behavior changed and he starts mentoring her, or providing for her, or being gentle toward her, nourishing her, listening to her, appreciating her… I suspect romance novels are looked down upon not for being juvenile formulaic “beach reads” but because they paint a fantasy world that leaves men feeling uncomfortable or even emasculated. But whether you’re a Midwest housewife or a big city CEO, women who read romance novels just want to read about men loving women the way women are expected love everyone else—with a nurturing and protective form of unswerving loyalty. Great sex they don’t have to die for is also a huge bonus, but the *romance* part of the novel is genuinely more about the woman being appreciated (for her beauty or spunk or intelligence at first, and then for all of her by the end).
“women who read romance novels just want to read about men loving women the way women are expected to love everyone else—with a nurturing and protective form of unswerving loyalty.”
THANK YOU.
This is so important.
It’s okay for women to enjoy sex.
It’s okay for women to have good partners.
It’s okay to have healthy, female initiated sex in your story. Or female denied sex.
It’s okay to be the main character in a story.
It’s okay for a character to have traits you have.
It’s okay for a female character to be a main character and share traits/kinks/hobbies/interests with you.
It’s okay for you to write a story about your character finding a good relationship.
It’s okay for you to write about your character being bad-fucking-ass.
It’s okay for your character to be well liked.
I’m so tired of this “Mary Sue” culture. A main character based off you is not inherently bad. You as a female human are not bad. You are dynamic and interesting and evolving and complex and the character of you that you write is bound to be 110% better than the male written you, so write her please.
It’s INSANE to me how controversial romance novels are. Romance novels. Like, being openly a fan of them immediately opens you up to people constantly coming at you like “but don’t you think it’s ~limiting- and ~juvenile~ to have a genre of books with happy endings for women?”
Like.
No?
Why is it such a big deal to want to read stories where women have sex and then don’t die at the end? Jesus Christ.
Why is the concept of female characters being happy seen as less creative than female characters suffering? (Trust me, creating a world where women win in the end takes a lot more creativity and artistic vision lmfao)
Anyway, literary bros will pry my romance novels with their happy endings from my cold dead fingers.
Or die in the very beginning of the book. But no one calls out James Patterson for writing another formulaic thriller in which a woman is horrifically killed after getting laid and then some man solves her murder. Every. Damn. Time.
But hey, those romance novels where women get happy endings are so limiting, eh?
Real talk: realizing how common it is for female characters to be punished for on-the-page sex with death was a big part of my embracing the romance genre. Once I noticed it I couldn’t unnotice it. It’s everywhere. A woman having sex in literature or non-romance genre fiction is the literary equivalent of a red shirt on Star Trek.
It’s not just the sex thing, though that’s a key element. It’s that, in romance novels, the heroine gets to be cared for the way she normally would care for everyone else. It’s wish fulfillment in that her romantic partner will do emotional labor, spend a great deal of time thinking about her, or sacrifice his desires or fortune or reputation to be with her, or spend days nursing her back to health, or risking his life to save hers. In romance novels, you’ll find men taking care of children, talking about their feelings, putting effort into their appearance—even if they are adorably bad at it. Watch how many romance novel protagonists fall in love with a man who happens to be rich or handsome, but she didn’t give in until his behavior changed and he starts mentoring her, or providing for her, or being gentle toward her, nourishing her, listening to her, appreciating her… I suspect romance novels are looked down upon not for being juvenile formulaic “beach reads” but because they paint a fantasy world that leaves men feeling uncomfortable or even emasculated. But whether you’re a Midwest housewife or a big city CEO, women who read romance novels just want to read about men loving women the way women are expected love everyone else—with a nurturing and protective form of unswerving loyalty. Great sex they don’t have to die for is also a huge bonus, but the *romance* part of the novel is genuinely more about the woman being appreciated (for her beauty or spunk or intelligence at first, and then for all of her by the end).
“women who read romance novels just want to read about men loving women the way women are expected to love everyone else—with a nurturing and protective form of unswerving loyalty.”
THANK YOU.
This is so important.
It’s okay for women to enjoy sex.
It’s okay for women to have good partners.
It’s okay to have healthy, female initiated sex in your story. Or female denied sex.
It’s okay to be the main character in a story.
It’s okay for a character to have traits you have.
It’s okay for a female character to be a main character and share traits/kinks/hobbies/interests with you.
It’s okay for you to write a story about your character finding a good relationship.
It’s okay for you to write about your character being bad-fucking-ass.
It’s okay for your character to be well liked.
I’m so tired of this “Mary Sue” culture. A main character based off you is not inherently bad. You as a female human are not bad. You are dynamic and interesting and evolving and complex and the character of you that you write is bound to be 110% better than the male written you, so write her please.
Here’s the thing about internalized misogyny in women.
When you have it? The thought process goes like this becaue you’re terrified of other women who are trying to are trying to effect change.
“Oh shit. Fuck this bitch because hoshit what if she upsets the status quo and what little freedoms we DO have get lost because of her shit stirring?! I better shut that cunt DOWN but belittling and silencing her by imposing more strict rules on her than even the menfolk do.”
And ya know what? That shit is typically WORSE than the patriarchy because its easy to get mad at men. Men are outsiders. Others. Women? It’s like “why arent you with us!” If you can’t recognize what you’re doing, well then shit, you cant fix it or stop it and often they’re your friends and allies in everything else.
Thats why its the MOST DANGEROUS.
Thats why internalized ANYTHING is the most pernicious. Thats why you gotta watch your shit yall. Because it’ll jump up on you and you wont even know you’ve become your own worst enemy.
More recent data has shown an even more favorable box office landscape for female-led films. In 2013, the year of Frozen,Catching FireandGravity,female-led films outgrossed male-led films handily, both in the US and internationally. Frozen was the top-grossing film in the world that year and is the highest-grossing animated film of all time. When you divide the total gross by the number of movies in a franchise, the Hunger Games franchise is more successful than Harry Potter, Star Wars, Jurassic Park, the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Lord of the Rings, Transformers, Fast and Furious…in fact, it has a higher average box office gross than every recent US movie franchise except the two Avengers films.
And yet, even though the economic data is there IN ABUNDANCE that films starring women can make a crapton of money, only 15% of lead characters in movies in the US were female in 2014. The reason why is both complicated and simple–I could talk a lot about the complicated feedback loop between what studios think is going to be profitable (based on sexist assumptions and not actual data); what projects agents think they can sell and how that filters down to what writers write; how fewer roles for women means fewer chances for talented actresses to get noticed and become designated as the kind of A-list stars that will make a studio feel confident to greenlight a movie when they’re attached; how lower pay, lack of interesting work and rampant sexism means women both in front of and behind the camera are more likely to drop out of the film industry instead of staying in long enough to become successful. But the short answer is that it’s just sexism.
And then what happens is an example of the scarcity problem. There are so many more movies with male leads that when one bombs, no one considers it a statement on the capacity of male characters to draw an audience. It’s just an unsuccessful movie. But every female-led movie is carrying the impossible weight of proving that any female-led movie can be successful. So when you have a movie that’s maybe okay but marketed poorly, or a movie that’s just bad–and hey, lots of Hollywood studio movies are!–that becomes proof that women can’t draw an audience instead of just proof of it being an unprofitable movie.
Men say the most disgusting, hurtful and offensive things to women every day and don’t get murdered for it, but women get murdered for saying ‘no’.
Once a man old me he wanted to cover me a bugs and jerk off on me.
Once, I met a man and the next day he told me thought about raping me when he masturbated that night.
Once, a man told me on a first date he wished I was more anorexic because he found skeletons erotic.
Once, a man I had been pretty good friends with for six months told me he was just hanging out with me because he hoped I would get drunk enough to have sex with him. Not that he was hoping I would start liking him. Just that he was waiting for me to get so intoxicated that I would sleep with him when I wouldn’t and wasn’t interested sober.
Once, a man told me he wasn’t interested in a second date unless I had sex with him but also that if I slept with him on the first date he wouldn’t respect me enough to call me again. I asked him what if he slept with me on the first date and he said girls are whores but men are just ‘playing the field’.
Once, a man followed me around a bar for two hours when I was with two girl friends and I never spoke to him but he stole my phone and put his number in it and added my number to his phone then texted me the next day telling me he was going to kill himself if I didn’t ‘hang out’ with him again.
Once, a man filmed us having sex with hidden cameras in his bedroom and when I found out, broke up with him and demanded to know why he did it to me, he replied with ‘if i asked you would have said no’. He knew.
They all know. They get off on the fact that society gives them to power to do and say whatever they want. They love that we can’t stop them.
I once had a guy (my dad) tell my sisters and me that whenever a girl “gets raped” it is because she either was putting herself in a bad situation or because she made bad decisions in choosing a boyfriend. This was literally about a month after my sister’s boyfriend raped her.
after gaining a whopping 5 pounds (on my, then, 103 pound body) that I no longer “had the body of an oriental” and the whole reason he found me attractive to begin with was that I was “a white girl with the body of a pre-pubescent Jap girl.”
I once had a teacher ask me if I wanted to spit or swallow in front of the whole class, when he caught me with chewing gum. When I spat it out, he called me pathetic, while my mostly-male maths class laughed.
When I was fifteen, a friend of a friend forced me to suck him off and then forced his fingers into me in a park. When my friend came to find me, he whispered “I would have fucked you, but I don’t have a condom on me, and only sluts with STIs don’t shave their pussies” in my ear.
