I don't think any level of anger at misogyny is going to skew my Kinsey needle.
Yeah, I'm with ita on this.
I've never wanted to be a guy, even when I am at my most furious about the ingrained misogyny of the world.
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I don't think any level of anger at misogyny is going to skew my Kinsey needle.
Yeah, I'm with ita on this.
I've never wanted to be a guy, even when I am at my most furious about the ingrained misogyny of the world.
I've never wanted to be a guy, even when I am at my most furious about the ingrained misogyny of the world.
This is me too.
Yeah, same here.
My stomach is letting up a little. I'm hoping I can at least do some exercises at home today and still go out with friends tonight.
Plus (and I'm a little ashamed to admit this), there are times when using society's ingrained misogyny to my advantage is VERY HELPFUL.
Yeah, I never wanted to be a guy, although I also never seriously considered the possibility.
Ugh, I am having a minor anxiety attack, or, I'm not sure it's an anxiety attack. I'm bizarrely anxious and unable to focus on anything. Mostly I'm finding it annoying. Plus my big plans for the day--buying a new dryer--have been thwarted. humph.
There were a few times I wanted to be a guy, but they had more to do with the privilege and social aspects of it than the physical. I think it's one of the reasons I joined the military; it was my way of saying "I may not be a guy, but you're going to have to treat me like one with pay and training and everything." I can't imagine myself with a penis, so I think I'm mostly content to remain as is.
there are times when using society's ingrained misogyny to my advantage is VERY HELPFUL.
I have used this against men as well. I used to get all kinds of useful attention from the butcher's department at the grocery store just by unbuttoning another button, fluffing the hair, and blinking big blue eyes at them. Meanwhile Hubby is in the next aisle trying not to laugh too loudly.
"Uh, I'm sorry, ma'am," the youngster would say, trying to raise his eyes, "we can't cut that particular meat for you."
"Oh," I blithered, blinking at him, "are you sure?"
And cue the department manager bustling over and smiling and saying "No, no, we'll be happy to take care of that for you."
Amazing what some men will do just so a relatively attractive female with big tits will burble at him cheerfully.
I've gotten out of traffic tickets, too. Annoyed the hell out of my sister, who just took it as another reason to resent my getting the red-curly-hair/blue-eyes/big-tits genes while she got the brown-straight-hair/brown-eyes/average-tits genes.
Stuff like that sometimes worked on me when I was younger, but now I just figure the women who try that with me would never go out with me so I don't cut them any slack.
eta: I've also been accused of not being a gentleman for not letting a woman cut in line in front of me.