I know, I know, I promised some other posts but I got side-tracked and had to rant.
Ladies, if someone came up to you and said that cutting off a chunk of your clit had all sorts of possible (though insignificant) health benefits would you go for it?
Somehow I doubt it.
When you hear about female genital mutilation in third world countries does it make you cringe? And/or donate to Human Rights Watch?
Then why, for the god damn fucking sake are people still encouraging male circumcision?
I just saw a news article TODAY that mentioned all these “benefits” to cutting off men’s foreskins. Except, if you actually read the stats, get the background information, give it a little critical thought and check other sources, it’s almost COMPLETE BULLSHIT.
Why is this socially acceptable? Why is this even worth a fucking article? Why aren’t people pissed off?
Do you know why circumcision was invented? The church thought it would be a way to lessen boys’ urges to masturbate.
But this isn’t the fucking dark ages, why is this still a thing? Why are we permanently damaging male children, removing thousands of their nerve endings on the most sensitive part of their body?
I’ve read the studies, seen the arguments, and they’re all full of shit. Seriously. EVERY SINGLE POINT!
I don’t get it. If we were talking about mutilating baby girls there would be a shit storm of epic proportions, but no one cares about boys? This is fucking bullshit.
Last month I mentioned an interesting article I’d read recently. At the time I didn’t feel like going into it so it was just the preface to a Friday Night Music post.
The post I was going to originally do was based on this article, “Why Break Ups Hurt More For Women.”
For those too lazy to read the article, it describes how men and women react differently to break ups. According to the study, women are hurt far more when a relationship ends, then they eventually recover and are generally stronger for the experience. Compared to men, men are hurt less after the break up but never recover, just move on.
Just reading that summary, you should have some idea where I’m going with this. I kind of feel like the article and the study missed something. The title says break ups hurt more for women… but they recover… and are stronger afterwards, men are just kind of a footnote but it says they never get over it. To me, that begs the question how break ups (some study said we average three by our thirties) affect men long term. According to the study women would get stronger and stronger, it seems to follow then that men would get weaker and weaker… which is fascinating in many ways. But they never follow up on that.
Yesterday I read a good post from Scott K on the blog Atheists on Fishing, Let’s Talk About Manliness pt 1. In one part he wrote about how there are groups of Men’s Rights Activists (MRA or meninists) that troll the internet preaching borderline anti-feminist (I’m being polite here) comments, memes, and stories. I’ve seen some of those myself and have next to no respect for them.
Overall, it’s a good post and I’d recommend giving it a read.
Anyway, I ended up in a back and forth with one of the people who commented, Curiosetta. Rather than go back and forth on a third party’s blog, and since Curiosetta does not have a blog (at least not a public one that I can find), I offered to have a chat here. I was traveling but I’m back and have a weekend to spend going on and on about those tricky, hard to reach, big important questions about life
So, Curiosetta, here is the soapbox. Mi casa es su casa. Hop on and get wild, let us all know what you think. What are your opinions, ideas, what are your proposals? And maybe you can start by telling us a little about yourself?
**This is the only repost from Blogger I’m doing because it’s just too damn funny and sets up the next post. Originally posted on Blogger shortly after it happened, 12/27/14.**
Vivian and I were having a lazy evening, watching movies and eating Thai in bed. After, Vivian got up and went to take the dishes upstairs. (There will be plenty about Vivian, back story and all, in other posts. This story was just too funny to wait.)
A minute later she came back in, plates still in hand, eyes big, and asked me if I was good with spiders.
She had told me previously about her major issues with spiders. It’s on the level of “will kick you out of her house” for joking that there’s a spider near her. Seriously. Anything spider related is totally off limits. Okay, no problem for me.
When Vivian came back into the bedroom and mentioned a spider, my big ego, American, white knight streak emerged with a hard on. Of course, I’ll vanquish the arachnid and save the day!
I got out of bed in my boxers, chest puffed out, flexing my arms. “Alright, where is he?” Continue reading
Alright, so you’ve sent the girl of your dreams a photo of your cock (The Art of Seduction pt 1). You’ve sent her an amazing first email (The Art of Seduction pt 2). You’ve gotten dressed and ready for your first date (The Art of Seduction pt 3). You’ve chosen the location for your first date (The Art of Seduction pt 4).
So, you’ve gotten ready and are headed to your first date. Don’t forget your wallet! This will be important later.
Before you leave the house, review your date’s online profile. Take notes on the highlights, interests, dislikes, and any quirks. That will help keep you from getting her mixed up with all the other women on dating sites that you’ve been chatting with. You definitely don’t want to get BDSMon.myA$$666 confused with PeaceLoveandHarmony03. Take down the notes on small, discrete cards that are easily concealed. Continue reading
This blog is sometimes paints a fairly one-sided portrait of me. You see, writing tends to show my softer, thoughtful, more introspective side. My more manly side doesn’t come through very often because of the topics I generally talk about here, emotions, sex, relationships, thinking, joking, etc. But I am definitely no metrosexual, or even much of an intellectual, I literally grew up in the woods and was named after a Mountain Man that my Dad idolized. I did write one previous post on Manly Attributes on blogger, which lays out some of my views.
So, I thought today I would spend a little time talking about my perspective on manhood. These come almost directly from my Dad, who’s wisdom on the topic I appreciate more and more as the years go by. Some of this might come across as sexist, or even cheesy and old fashioned, but PC or not here we go:
This post is a lot about me and my views on sex. I’m not writing any of this to try and build myself up or put anyone down, I’m just trying to give another perspective and/or get people (mostly guys) thinking about how they approach sex.
I read a post a little earlier about a woman’s frustration over inadequate male sexual performance. She said that most of the time the man cums and the sex is over, no matter how close (or far) the woman is from orgasm, rolls over and falls asleep. This is not an uncommon situation based on many of the posts I’ve read.
The problem tends to be that many men place all the importance of sex on the orgasm (to a lesser degree on her having one as well, it’s an ego boost). Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. To a degree, in certain circumstances, I can understand this. If you’ve been in a long term relationship for a while, busy lives, stressed, work too much, maybe throw in a couple kids, and only have limited time and energy for sex, I can see focusing on the orgasm a bit (even still, it should be mutual). Sometimes, quickies are a lot of fun too. Git-er-done, as Larry the cable guy would say. Continue reading
Ann and I were having a conversation about the popularity of her blog the other day. I kept telling her that she’s practically a celebrity, she said it was only because she showed her tits. They are pretty amazing.
The conversation went something like this:
Me: Yeah, and [your tits] are extraordinary. Mine wouldn’t generate much traffic. 😉
Ann: Your ass would.
Me: ROFL. Maybe I should test that theory.
I was reading a fascinating post the other night, Should we cut Men some slack, and it got some thoughts rolling around. Usually that’s not a good thing but this time I think it was. I left what I thought was an interesting comment… And then decided to write a post about a question the author posed.
She asks whether it’s true that nice guys finish last. I commented on that in my response to her but thought I could do a more thorough post here (some sentences are copied from my comment).
I’m going to qualify this because otherwise I’ll probably end up with hate mail- To a degree, nice guys do finish last. Did you see that, I said “to a degree”.
There are definitely some aspects to being a ‘nice guy’ that can sometimes make a guy seem less masculine, more a friend than a potential mate, and less successful at dating.
For example, typical gender roles would say that men are supposed to be fairly aggressive, loud, sex crazed, never talk about their feelings, insensitive, and vulgar. None of those are traits that would be associated with the “nice guy”. I think this can cause confusion during dating and relationships because sometimes when a woman sees a nice guy, who’s sensitive, who talks about feelings, who isn’t aggressive, she doesn’t think he’s interested in her sexually because he isn’t showing “typical” male behaviors. Or, she isn’t interested in him because he isn’t as aggressive as other guys. To a degree, we all want to be pursued, and sometimes a nice guy comes across as less assertive in his approach… which can turn some women off.
Sometimes this leads to some perfectly good men wallowing in the short end of the dating pool.
As embarrassing as this story is, I’ll use myself as an example here: Continue reading
For all of you noobs, you can read the explanation and previous posts on the Naked Thursday page.
There are some things that work well on Naked Thursday and some things that do not.
One of the things that doesn’t go so well on Naked Thursday is tree climbing.
Maybe you’re trying to relive your glory days by climbing a tree, maybe you’re trying to pick apples, or maybe you’re trying to rescue the neighbor’s cat, but on Naked Thursday tree climbing is a bad idea.
Not only are you trying to climb a rough surface while completely exposed, things will only get spiral out of control when you realize you can’t get back down. You’re stuck up in that tree, naked, and totally exposed to the entire neighborhood. Continue reading