Is there anything more tiresome than women who write these sort of navel-gazing essays on "sexuality"? What does that even mean, anyway? If we're honest, is this not just another avenue for attention whoring? She goes out of her way to strike an academic, even clinical tone, but the subtext is unmistakably, "Hey boys, I like sex, including kinky S&M stuff. Holler at me."
Women talking about sex is just completely boring. They don't understand sex because they don't have to work for it. It would be like if men were obsessed with writing long essays examining, from every angle, the fact that men are physically stronger than women. It would just be self-indulgent and bizarre.
The problem today is that women are thinking and talking far too much about sex, and spending pathetically little time talking and thinking about femininity and motherhood. The author of this piece has probably spent more time thoughtfully considering the color and size of her next dildo than she has the potential names of her children.
Women talking about sex is just completely boring. They don't understand sex because they don't have to work for it. It would be like if men were obsessed with writing long essays examining, from every angle, the fact that men are physically stronger than women. It would just be self-indulgent and bizarre.
The problem today is that women are thinking and talking far too much about sex, and spending pathetically little time talking and thinking about femininity and motherhood. The author of this piece has probably spent more time thoughtfully considering the color and size of her next dildo than she has the potential names of her children.
[size=8pt]"For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.”[/size] [size=7pt] - Romans 8:18[/size]