in the chase of things it is supposed that the male of the species usually is the one to give chase to his object of affection. Things have been this way since the dawning of time and those of us women who are strong-willed are tired of playing mother and teacher and chaser to all these mice...of men.
I wasn't cut out for this game. I grew up in fantasy land like most people and have done my damnedest to not allow my daughter that fate. Trust me I have heard everyone's argument about me "punishing" her and altering the natural flow of things based upon the fear-reflex of my youth, but back to subject. It shouldn't be a crime to be strong. Every strong woman was made that way by some vile asshole who kicked her once too often in the cunt and spit on her while on his way out the door for some foolish argument she had no idea was occurring. Sure women have their own share of undignified behaviors but now I am forced to be the "man" in my relationships because I have proven that I can pee standing up if necessary and don't need and inexperienced twat of a man to bate my hook to go fishing! Not to be outdone, why is it that we all have to pay for the same slut who you all slept with before us?? Maybe if you spent more time getting to know your dick and how it works you'd get it to work properly but no, you had to go stick it in the one or two bitches who make the rest of us look bad and then have the audacity to hold the rest of us to blame for it! And we get this from EVERY one of you so don't sit on your laurels and think you...there in the green polo, think you are the one man who hasn't! I have chewed up over a hundred of your asses and either I have the world's worst luck or all of you are a bunch of pussies! I and several other women have come to the conclusion that there is a government conspiracy to simply dumb down the male species and keep it in check. Pretty soon this place is going to look like the lost Amazonian tribes of "she-men" who bop their smaller male counterparts on the head and make slaves of them!
If I NEVER hear one more pussy tell me he's trying or he's wanting to be spanked or he thinks he knows what's best for me, I'm going to scream. I have had to bail out a bankruptcy and teach almost all of them to cook and fish. I have had to tutor them in proper manners and how to clean themselves appropriately. I have done every motherly duty to only make them better and then they have the audacity to look at my tired and wear and frumpy self and "trade me up" for better taking all that wonderful knowledge I gave them and putting it in the hands of someone else to benefit from! Some reward eh? And if you think it is fun just ask my first husband who I tried in every which way possible to stay with even beyond the point of "should have left." He loves to tell me all of the things I taught him and how well other women love these facets of him. He brags that I am the catalyst for all the good things in him! Jeesh, such a high honor and now I get the shit-shaft and Jenny and Jane "Schmucky" gets the best of him. I made him a good cook and lover and taught him about some of the finer things in life and they all act like he is the prince!
Don't get me wrong I am all for some form of women's lib...but I also think there needs to be a balance. I am now the idiot holding the door open for them. I am the one driving and paying and working and balancing the checkbook...but I still have to do all the women things too. It's like they won't even attempt to do shit and then punish me more because they think I am trying to show them up! I "DO" things because they NEED TO BE DONE! DUHHHHH... So now we have a world full of men who cry and complain at the drop of the hat. I miss the days of cowboys and frontiersmen who could get bit by a rattlesnake and cut the wound and suck the poison out. I miss the fathers who worked a full day's work and came home and helped with the dishes and taking out the trash and yard work on Saturdays. I miss him holding a door open for me, lighting my cigarette, walking alongside of me and acting like he cared if a car jumped the fucking curb and ran me down. Now I am the one who is on the lookout for prowlers and smashing spiders and killing scorpions while they stand on the kitchen chair crying and carrying on like a simpering idiots!
I have spoken on this subject before and want your help. I cannot keep allowing these useless pricks to think that I am their "man" or "mother" or "sensei"...I can't keep putting myself out there and doing double duty for nothing. I want a REAL man who is caring and considerate and articulate and ambitious and entertaining and willing to learn and grow but also willing to teach and guide. I want someone with the same or more intelligence than myself, not some "unfinished" son that some unwilling mother let loose on the earth. I want a man who won't cry unless he has a damn good reason and finding out Vince McMahon isn't the head of wrestling anymore is NOT...I stress "NOT" a reason! I want a man who doesn't go run to his buddies and complain because I pay our bills with OUR money and then tell his friend he is supporting me and I am worthless and "spending all HIS money" when he eats twice what my kid and I do and uses twice as much water and electricity and then expects me to foot the bill so he can go spend his bill money on stupid shit to show off to some chick in a car on his way to work or his buddies. I love how my earnings are for bills and his are for spending...don't you? Or better yet, when I buy dish soap it is me spending foolishly and comes out of my spending money, but when he buys a 500$ tree stand he will only climb 8 times in a year it is well worth it. I have brought in just as much if not more income into the household. I want a man who IS supportive and thinks of me as much as I do him. I want something that doesn't exist anymore..maybe...I want the fantasy that I am a princess and I am special and deserve to be worshiped. I don't want to be a slave and work horse for some lazy "Tom, Dick & Larry"...or in my case "Jason, Charlie, Steve, Mark, etc." out there!~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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