We can always yell about cares. Who gives a fuck who the president of the United states of America is. That shouldn't ever dictate what a person cares or doesn't care about. Imagine the care bears. Imagine all the people.
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150 pounds could be very slim so what's your point shut-in-guy-who-is-afraid-of-his-shadow-and-telephone-calls? Get off the gas you nitwit, are you virtue signalling something by inferring you like anorexic women? A woman should be strong with thick legs and big arms. But also the world doesn't revolve around me, we are all electric beings ( what's in you're wallet!? )
Personally I'm skinnyfat I'm like a bagpipe with a fupa but it's not ideal, I'm working on it by doing one situp a day and I'm researching more fitness options to reach my peak physical form.
Honestly bro you need to up your game, little diaper-man. Now shut the fuck up and sit on you're fake and gay black dildo , grab those ankles and take nude selfyz get that transverse cullin ready for a throttling fatherbitch.
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i find it somewhat odd that i couldnt find this with a google search yet it was on the first page of duck-duck-go
A man goes home and masturbates his typical fantasy. A woman on her knees, a woman tied up, a woman abused.
A woman enjoys intercourse with her man — as she fantasizes being raped by 3 men simultaneously.
The man and woman get dressed up on Sunday — and go to Church, or maybe to their “revolutionary” political meeting.
Have you ever looked at the Stag, Man, Hero, Tough magazines on the shelf of your local bookstore? Do you know why the newspapers with the articles like “Girl 12 raped by 14 men” sell so well? To what in us are they appealing?
Women, for their own preservation, are trying to pull themselves for all of humanity that they do so. Slavishness on one hand breeds pigness on the other hand. Pigness on one hand hand breeds slavishness on the other, Men and women — both are losers. Women adapt themselves to full the needs of men, and men adapt themselves to fill the needs of women. In the beginning there were strong men who killed the animals and brought home the food — and the dependent women who cooked it. No more! Only the roles remain –waiting to be shaken off. There are no “human” oppressors. Oppressors have lost their humanity. On one hand “slavishness,” one the other hand “pigness.” Six of one, half dozen of the other, Who wins?
Many women seem to be walking a tightrope now. Their qualities of love, openness and gentleness were too deeply enmeshed with qualities of dependency, subservience, and masochism. How do you love — with-out being dependent? How do you be gentle — without being subservient? How do you maintain a relationship without giving up your identity and getting strung out? How do you reach out and give your heart to your lover, but maintain the soul which is you?
And Men. Men are in pain too. They are thinking, wondering. What is it they want from a woman? Are they at fault? Are they perpetrating this man-woman situation? Are they oppressors?
The man is bitter.
“You lied to me,” he said. (She did).
“You said that you loved me, that you wanted me, that you needed me. Those are your words.” (They are).
“But in reality,” he said, “If you ever love me, or wanted me, or needed me (all of which I’m not certain was ever true), you also hated me. You hated me — just as you have hated every man in your entire life, but you didn’t have the guts to tell me that. You hated me before you ever saw me, even though I was not your father, or your teacher, or your sex friend when you were 13 years old, or your husband. You hated me not because of who I am, or what I was to you, but because I am a man. You did not deal with me as a person — as me. You lived a lie with me, used me and played games with me — and that’s a piggy thing to do.”
And she said, “You wanted me not as a woman, or as a lover, or a friend, but as a submissive woman, or submissive friend , or submissive lover; and right now where my head is I balk at even the slightest suspicion of that kind of demand.
And he said, “You’re full of _______.”
And they never again made love together (which they had each liked to do more than anything) or never ever saw each other one more time.
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Originally posted by Jiggaboo_Johnson
A gentlemen isn't supposed to talk to a vision of beauty like that, take it back or fisticuffs will be administered.
True, I am a gentleman
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