Category Archives: Aphorisms

Friendship 3


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 maneuvers. He pretends to be a different man.…

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See Her

Do You See Her?

Do you See Her? Do you go out to meet “women” “bitches” “hoes” or get “pussy”? I go out to Look for Her. When I find Her, I See Her. I don’t think about the concept of “women.” In fact, there’s very little thinking going. I’m listening, watching, smelling, feeling. I drink Her in. I…

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25 Ways To Disrespect a Woman

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 do with her body. Insult everyone’s…

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Inspiration 5


As she walks by, her breasts bounce gently under her thin t-shirt. Her butt jiggles tightly – her yoga pants stretched around her soft round bubble. Her hips roll, her hair sways. Her face is calm, oblivious to my gaze. She Inspires me as she is. She IS my Inspiration. I imagine us alone, her…

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Better than a movie 2

Better Than a Movie

We were supposed to go to a movie, but when she came to the door, I pulled her close, and she felt so good in my arms, so small and soft and warm…I held her for a very long time. I felt myself growing for her and I decided I would do something honest, what…

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Her Hidden Desire1

Her Hidden Desire

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 experience. It took me so long, so many times they had…

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Bad 11

Bad, Dirty, Naughty

“Girls like bad boys.” Maybe. I’ll finish the sentence to make it true. “Girls like bad boys, because they won’t get judged for being bad themselves.” She walks a tightrope daily. She wants to grab my attention, turn me on, and feel desired. She is horny, with a quick covert glance, she sizes men up…

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In The Absence Of Fear

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…

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