You should go read PV’s blog to get the flavor of what I’m about to say – here’s the link: http://perverticallyvirtuous.com/2013/10/05/will-you-make-all-my-fantasies-come-true/. Now, let us begin a discussion that’ll probably get me flamed so while you read PV’s blog – and my comments – I’ll put on my flame-resistant gear.
Derrick Flint, played by the late James Coburn, said in one of his movies, “You are not a sex object…” to some beautiful babes who were brainwashed into thinking that they were, part of an evil female plot to take over the world – I believe the movie was “In Like Flint,” if memory serves me – it could have been the other one, “Our Man Flint” but, yeah,he said it.
And Derrick Flint was wrong: Women are sex objects…but that’s not the only thing they are and women have been raging against sexual objectification. Ladies, I mean none of you any disrespect but, yeah, you are, by design, a sexual object, even if just for that hard-wired drive to perpetuate the species – yeah, we know where babies come from and how they are made and, somewhere along the line, we learned that women are a lot of fun when you fuck them and you’re not trying to knock her up.
Everything about your body is evolutionarily designed to attract men to you… for the purpose of fucking you and making babies. Hell, you even make it more interesting by making yourselves even more beautiful and desirable with makeup, clothing, and the like. You say you do this for yourself, for your self-esteem and image and maybe, just maybe, you are unconsciously doing it to attract men to you, following a program that was installed from way back to the beginning of our species. Yea and verily, some of you want us to see how beautiful you are, the mystery placed before us about how sexy and sensual you are, not just for the sex so much but to attract that potential mate, that guy you can be happy with for however long things last.
Yet, when we pursue you like bees drawn to the beautiful flowers that you are, well, sometimes, that just doesn’t make you happy; you sometimes get unhappy because, yeah, we want to fuck you, we want to possess you and keep you all to ourselves if we can; it makes you feel worthless at times just as it makes you angry that we cannot see the person underneath all that desirable surface. Yea and verily, you now demand that we see the person more than the woman whose body we would just love to spend time depositing sperm into.
I think that you’re right to make this demand because I know that you’re more than a set of nice tits, more than a phat ass, more than a nice, tight, juicy pussy. Yea and verily I say unto you that the finest thing that a woman has to offer isn’t between her legs – it’s her mind and we, as men, would do well to be aware of this and to understand their growing need not to be so objectified. Which, sadly, doesn’t change the fact that despite all of this, you’re still sex objects – you can’t change the evolutionary process but if you could, a lot of you most certainly would.
As a man, I can love your mind and all those things that make you tick, indeed, the things that make you the woman and person that you are… and I will still want to fuck you and the only way that’s not gonna happen is if you do or say things in a way that makes you less desirable in my eyes. You reject me in this (not me personally, of course) and, well, there’s always porn; with this, we can further objectify women because we can see men doing things to women that, in real life, women are not going to let us do and because watching this objectification of women is easier than having to deal with a woman who’s not getting paid to assist in the objectification of women.
Yeah, girls, you read it right: If you object to the objectification of women because of porn, um, there are women who are aiding and abetting in this – and for money, too. So to those women who rant and rave against objectification to men, ah, you might want to turn to your sisters and give them a piece of your mind about them sleeping with the enemy and making this whole thing worst for you.
PV’s blog, for those of you who didn’t bother to read it – and shame on you if you didn’t – is basically about guys who keep coming to her to have their sexual dreams fulfilled and how annoyed she gets at time because they keep coming back and she just doesn’t have the time or even motivation to do this all the time. I said to her, in one of my lengthy comments, that this is what she gets for being good at what she does and that it’s really an occupational hazard. It’s one that all women have to deal with; unless we’re gay, when we want to have sex, we want to have it with you, ladies. This paints one hell of a biological bull’s eye on your cute asses and, yeah, the delicious complexities of that fine mind of yours just adds to your mystique and has that annoying effect of us wanting to spread your legs even more than your looks makes us want to.
You don’t like to be objectified and this male blogger does, in fact, understand this. I understand that we should appreciate and respect you for all of the things that makes you the woman you are but, unfortunately, that also those sexual things that drives some of you totally insane: We want to fuck you; we want to use you and those luscious bodies you own to realize our sexual fantasies – but, sadly and stupidly, we often do this at your expense, don’t we? We take it to extremes, ask more of you than you’re willing or able to do or, much worse, when it’s you with the fantasies and the desire to fulfill them, we totally and utterly crush you because some of us need you to be that pliant, obedient, living sex doll because anything else challenges our masculinity because, let’s face it: Some of us ain’t man enough to deal with you and your sexual desires and fantasies.
So how do you not objectify women? Maybe by not making sex the main and only reason why you want to be with a woman? Women make great friends – no doubts about that. Ah, but if we can fuck you and still be friends with you? Even better… for us, anyway. Our friendship with you – the boundaries we’ve set for this friendship – says that having sex with you would ruin a whole lot of of shit… but if you think we don’t think about doing you, guess again; hell, if you think that we shouldn’t ever think about doing you, guess again.
It pisses you girls off but, damn it, we can’t help it – we’re programmed to behave like that… but if we are to, at the least, minimize our objectification of women, we need to be reprogrammed… and women are doing what they can to reprogram us… but is it working? Does the social reprogramming really stop us from seeing a woman we want to fuck? Perhaps a Jedi mind trick is in order: “You don’t want to have sex with us; this is not the pussy you’re looking for… move along… move along…”
The odd thing is that if we accept the anti-objectification reprogramming and we don’t look at you as the objects of our desires, well, that’s not a good thing either is it? When we behave in a way that takes the sexual object tag off of you, why is that both a good and bad thing for us to do? If we don’t give you a moment’s peace because we’re always trying to get into your panties (or thong if you’re wearing one) – but then we stop trying to do that because you feel objectified, why do you get bent out of shape and more so if you object to the objectification of women?
You want us to objectify you… but not really. You want us to see you as beautiful in mind and body and, thus, desirable… but not all the time. Is it that women want to be able to pick their moments to be sex objects? It could be seen that way and I guess, in a way, it makes sense but we’re talking about choice versus biological programming… and if women are objecting to being objectified, it’s because biology trumps choice at every turn in this. It’s why a lot of men have this opinion of women: We’re damned if we do and damned if we don’t.
I’ve read a few blogs written by women who rail against objectification… and while I respect their opinions in this, they make me shake my head because the stuff they’re ranting and raving against is the very thing that defines our existence. Yeah, sure, maybe we as men shouldn’t do it… but women just lend themselves to objectification even if, again, they’re doing it for their own self-interest. Yes, we should respect and desire the inner woman, her intelligence, her sense of humor, her compassion, the goals she has in life and all those other non-sexual things; we should always value women for the non-sexual contributions they can make in our lives, you know, behind every great man, there’s a great woman.
And when you dazzle us with your brilliance and, yea verily, that dazzling bright inner brilliance… we still want to fuck you and even more than before. Verily I say unto you again that you, woman, can be a beacon of goodness that burns so brightly that you attract us likes moths to the flame and, shit, yeah, we want to burn like motherfuckers in your searing heat.
And for this, we’re uncouth, barbaric assholes and, yep, some of us are. We’re blind, impulsive idiots, unable to see the person behind those great tits and nice ass because we are so horribly driven by our need to physically merge with your bodies as much as humanly possible.
Derrick Flint was wrong – and we all know he was wrong; you are sex objects but, yes, for those of us who are enlightened, you are much more than that. We know this… so, uh, can I hit that thang later, baby? If not, we can always discuss why Einstein’s theory of relativity could be wrong, if that’ll make you happy…
I just had to get this out of my head and I’m giving props to PV for the inspiration to write about this. For the record, I love women and I respect them… but, yeah, y’all make me deliciously crazy – and a lot of that insanity has nothing to do with sex… but, yeah, some of it does.