A Fallen Race (2)

So how did we fall so far grace?
We've become terror to those who are supposed to find refuge in us
A woman is supposed to be in danger, see a man and then say with joy and relief "thank Heavens there's a man here"
But more often that not we're that danger...we're the horror that lurks in the dark
The evil that haunts their dreams
The stuff of nightmares.
We've lost our way so bad that some of us don't even know these things; a guy told me the other day that women were made from us, hence they were made to satisfy our desires, to serve us and be under us, tools made for our pleasure and comfort
It's one of the saddest things I've heard, that a person can look at another and not see a soul or a being but only a object to satisfy his desire.

We are so lost that the there is no way back for most of us, not because we can't, but because we're so set in our ways that the thought of a woman being anything other than a lesser being upsets everything we know and believe in; impossible doesn't even begin to cut it

We relate everything about them to weakness and frailty; woman, pussy, girl. And then we make all that is ours synonymous with strength and durability; balls, man, beard, penis.
But when you look at these slurs critically you realise how ironic it is, the female vagina for example is the probably the most amazing organ in all of human anatomy (second only to the brain) the penis is pretty mudane compared to it; all it does it erection and ejaculation, I'm no physician but I'm pretty sure the clitoris (of the vagina) does this too, the vagina releases fluids 3 times at different stages during copulation. There's the initial wetness, to lubricate penetration and make it super easy for our penises, then the creamy substance which is just the best feeling ever and finally the squirt, which most of us think is urine. Now I'm not sure about all these (cause I've heard some women say they don't squirt, but I'm pretty sure most women release the creamy stuff). Then there's also the self cleaning mechanism, the monthly automatic waste disposal system, childbirth and a host of other things I don't know.
But despite all these wonders, some misogynistic prat thought is wise to relate the vagina to weakness, ignorance is truly a disease.

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