In the duel of sex woman fights from a dreadnought and man from an open raft. H.L. Mencken
Alright ladies, are you ready to admit how much power you have over men? Come on, let’s deal honestly. We’ve all memorized that tired, old meme that men are keeping us down and we know it’s a damnable lie. Admit it, we explode into giggles at the very thought after a few cocktails. If any man is controlling your life at this stage of human development in western society, you’ve chosen that situation. Either you like to be dominated or you are as dumb as a box of rocks and definitely need a strong hand shaping your daily existence.
The truth is, we rule men’s worlds and we know it. We’ve owned them from the womb. A man’s life is spent trying to climb back up that sweet crevice and when he finds the perfect fit, he’ll move heaven and earth to maintain his claim on that piece of ground. You know it’s true.
Balls in one hand, heart in the other, manipulating the marionette strings, making those boys dance in abnormal ways, we exercise our power with impunity. And we abuse that privilege with hedonistic abandon. We use the excuse that some man burned us in the past, but come on, the truth is that anytime we’ve been dogged by some guy, it’s because we weren’t the perfect fit for him. We soothe our hurt egos by calling it general male assholery, truth now girls, it’s because we didn’t hook him - we didn’t light that spark that made him lose his head and need our silk more than air.
We routinely punish perfectly nice men who expose their naked need for us, satisfying our offended vanity of not being chosen by someone else, we get all ugly, controlling and powertrippy with the guy who’s all googly eyed in love with our obnoxious ass. We can be down right royal bitches to the men who show up to do the hard work of loving us. Chasing those lost green pastures is a hard exercise in masochistic futility. We are our own worst enemies some days, pushing away the excellent meal parked right at our table, elevating the one that left a bitter tang. Stupid and cruel, we continually make good men resent our sex.
Men don’t run or ruin us. They haven’t for a very long time, if ever. We’ve ruled the world for centuries, right between our legs and ears, we’ve birthed civilizations. Bring the wisdom of your heart into to play and you’ll be running with legends.
**inspired by mkfreeburg at House of Eratosthenes, you’ll have to dig through the posts for D’JEver Notice? XVI- his site is nicely abnormal.
Girl- You’re giving away more secrets!
When I was younger I admit I was careless and cruel with the men/boys. But that’s all part of being young and dumb and learning to appreciate the ‘good man’.
And I never abuse the power the perfect bj holds. Well, I guess I shouldn’t say never. Well, okay, strike that comment all together.
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“And I never abuse the power the perfect bj holds. ”
Rest easy, laura. We are…COMFORTABLE with this.
Laura – I really think you ought to do a post on the perfect bj.
Ah, Daphne. Yet another case of “Nail. Head.” I applaud ya, and I’m entirely serious.
We can be down right royal bitches to the men who show up to do the hard work of loving us.
At the risk of seeming something of a misogynist… which I’m most definitely NOT… I’ve withdrawn from the field. It’s the result of too many bad experiences and encountering too many ditzy women in the courtship game, post-divorce. I had my 15 minutes, so to speak, in the course of a 23-year relationship with a woman who was perfect in each and every aspect, or so I thought… until she walked. No one else measured up in the intervening ten years… so I withdrew. I miss being in love and being part of a pair, but I’m just not willing to “settle.” Lemmee know if someone of the female persuasion happens by who believes what you wrote in this post, will ya? I might be willing to give it another go. Hope springs eternal, and all that…
I always wondered why women live longer than men, especialy with more parts to wear out. It made no sense. Apparently, they are both meaner and stronger.
Given a choice, I would have kept my illusions. I want to be the meanest and strongest.