For the sake of a little more context, this is the same man who has written:
1) But a lot of the females I knew had this weird disconnect; they wanted men to flirt with them, but they wanted men to remain in some strange, cartoon-like asexual zone until they were ready to have sex. The men were supposed to be turned on, but only in a clinical fashion that was absolutely separate from their genitalia. The idea that an unauthorized male might be sporting an erection over their jiggling breasts was creepy to them, even if they'd gone to great lengths to make the tops of those breasts easily visible. In fact, I knew several women who dressed like hookers who got really upset when someone they didn't know told them they had a nice ass.
"You put the ass out there," I'd say. "You wrapped it so tightly in leather that it looks like a black version of your naked butt. Considering you went to such lengths to display the ass, why are you upset when someone notices it?"
They usually didn't take too well to that.
I viewed it as a control issue, and a slightly selfish one at that. Yes, I understand the whole "take back the night" issue, and I support the death penalty for serial rapists. But these guys aren't rapists; they're enthusiasts. (http://theferrett.livejournal.com/534169.html)
2) Unfortunately, I can't decry the process of "asking repeatedly," mainly because it's the only stimuli a lot of women respond to. Frankly, I think any woman who has to be begged fifteen times before she eventually accepts should be drug into the back alleyways and beaten, because her rampant need (http://theferrett.livejournal.com/535109.html) for a string of pleadings trains the wrong sort of men that no doesn't mean no.
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He's also the same guy who blogged about how he tried to pick up a homeless girl for sex and bring her back to his girlfriend's place when he couldn't find an alcove to fuck her in, then got annoyed when she freaked out about possibly being raped by him.
"I'm sorry," she said after a few glacially-silent minutes, "But I've had some bad experiences, y'know?"
I could sympathize. I'd just had one myself, after all.
Because clearly, being raped and having someone freak out about the possibility you might rape them is EXACTLY the same thing. Link to that is here (http://www.theferrett.com/showarticle.php?Rant=46).
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1) But a lot of the females I knew had this weird disconnect; they wanted men to flirt with them, but they wanted men to remain in some strange, cartoon-like asexual zone until they were ready to have sex. The men were supposed to be turned on, but only in a clinical fashion that was absolutely separate from their genitalia. The idea that an unauthorized male might be sporting an erection over their jiggling breasts was creepy to them, even if they'd gone to great lengths to make the tops of those breasts easily visible. In fact, I knew several women who dressed like hookers who got really upset when someone they didn't know told them they had a nice ass.
"You put the ass out there," I'd say. "You wrapped it so tightly in leather that it looks like a black version of your naked butt. Considering you went to such lengths to display the ass, why are you upset when someone notices it?"
They usually didn't take too well to that.
I viewed it as a control issue, and a slightly selfish one at that. Yes, I understand the whole "take back the night" issue, and I support the death penalty for serial rapists. But these guys aren't rapists; they're enthusiasts. (http://theferrett.livejournal.com/534169.html)
2) Unfortunately, I can't decry the process of "asking repeatedly," mainly because it's the only stimuli a lot of women respond to. Frankly, I think any woman who has to be begged fifteen times before she eventually accepts should be drug into the back alleyways and beaten, because her rampant need (http://theferrett.livejournal.com/535109.html) for a string of pleadings trains the wrong sort of men that no doesn't mean no.
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He's also the same guy who blogged about how he tried to pick up a homeless girl for sex and bring her back to his girlfriend's place when he couldn't find an alcove to fuck her in, then got annoyed when she freaked out about possibly being raped by him.
"I'm sorry," she said after a few glacially-silent minutes, "But I've had some bad experiences, y'know?"
I could sympathize. I'd just had one myself, after all.
Because clearly, being raped and having someone freak out about the possibility you might rape them is EXACTLY the same thing. Link to that is here (http://www.theferrett.com/showarticle.php?Rant=46).