That's what she told me at the end of our night. A few hours earlier we were supposed to go to a movie, but when she came to the door…
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As she walks by, her breasts bounce gently under her
thin t-shirt. Her yoga pants stretched around her soft round bubble. Her hips roll, her hair sways. Her face is calm, oblivious to...
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Men treat women as enemies, opponents to be conquered, defeated, used. Sex is victory. Rejection, defeat. He wants her body, in spite of her mind. He tries to sneak inside of her. He tricks her, lies to her, pressures her, abandons her. Guilt trips, empty promises, sly...
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If only I knew then what I know now. Women hide themselves from men. They have to, for fear of being judged, or used and abandoned. What you want to make her feel, she wants to feel. What you want to give, she wants to experience. It took me so long, so many...
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Deny and ridicule her sexuality. Ignore her sexuality and treat her like a child. Give her 2 options: Madonna, or whore. Tell her that her desires are bad. Put her on a pedestal and supplicate to her, so she feels alienated and objectified. Make rules for what she can...
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In the Absence of Fear, what’s left? What would I do? I get closer. I cuddle her standing up, fitting my body into hers, and hers into mine. Vulnerable and desirous, I let go, and let her choose. “Maybe she’ll turn away. Maybe she’ll turn me down.” I still love her, still want her. I will want her every time I see her. I press until she opens, Surrenders. Warmth seeking warmth.
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