They're not, homosexuality in men was criminalised because men have freedom. Women were sold off in marriage gay or straight. They had no choice in this, men could choose not to marry.
RW'ers will do this thing were they laugh feminsts thought all sex was rape before the 60's, then the second a woman has a sexual boundary the comments are like a yearly meeting of the national association of rapists.
The idea a woman somewhere could say no sex makes them rage.
The one time my ex asked me to try a position he obviously watched in porn I said βis there a whore shortage? why are you asking meβ and he never asked again after that
The most vulnerable people are the women you locked in a cage with convicted male rapists. What what wrong in your brains to make you think the opposite?
A society can be judged on how it treats its most vulnerable - and a Scottish ruling just showed that trans people are still under attack
By @JamalAwar
https://t.co/9cwl8DrJJ4
@GrooveGrl4 I have not heard this from my teenage nephews who go outside.
And if you're comparing abuse online, "misandry" is a drop in the ocean compared to the evil shit men post on here abour women.
The was a man on here recently posting messages between him and his victim to clear his name of being falsely accused.
Very clearly showed he raped her, but he was happy to post thinking he was exonerated.
@Etanarachel I recently read Understanding Sexual Violence by Diana Scully, in which she interviewed convicted rapists in prison, and it's fascinating how many of the textbook serial rapists who broke into homes, abducted victims, used weapons, etc. don't think their crimes were "real" rapes.
"she's going to experience more joy from than you will in your entire life"
Wow, she sounds like the worlds biggest loser. Whenever I feel like my life sucks I just come on here and feel better.
I'll just get accused of victim blaming, but why did she do it?
No one will respect you if you don't respect yourself. Yes, men shouldn't behave like this, but you also can't go through life being a doormat.
Across Britain right now, farmers are shearing their sheep, bagging up the wool, and burning it. Some bury it. Some leave it to rot in a corner of the field. The wool-burning has made the odd headline as a protest, but the truth is duller and sadder. The fleece is worth less than the diesel it would take to haul it to the depot.
The numbers are grim. In recent years a kilo of British wool has fetched somewhere between twenty and sixty pence, and hill breeds like Swaledale and Welsh Mountain sank as low as ten. A whole fleece off a mountain ewe might bring thirty pence. Shearing that same ewe costs the farmer around two pounds. One Lincolnshire farmer added it up out loud: over three pounds to shear and cart a single fleece to the depot, and twenty-six pence back. So she burns them. A great many do.
Here is the part that stings. The shearing still has to happen, every year, whatever the wool will fetch. A sheep left in full fleece overheats, struggles to move, and gets eaten alive by maggots. So the job carries on purely as welfare, a cost the farmer simply eats to spare the animal, with the wool itself going on the fire straight after.
And think about what this fibre once was. For centuries wool was the engine of the English economy, the country's greatest export and the crown's main source of tax. It raised the soaring wool churches of the Cotswolds. It turned merchants into princes. To this day, whoever presides over the House of Lords sits on the Woolsack, a literal cushion of wool, put there in the fourteenth century so nobody would forget where the nation's wealth began.
Prices have lifted off the floor this past year, the first real relief in a long while. It still does not cover the shears for a hill farmer. The fibre that built England now smoulders in a heap behind the barn, and almost nobody notices the smoke.
"Their little thoughts and feelings are actually fascinating to me"
Some women are actually married to these men and have no idea how they see them.
This is how I talk about my cat.
I never really struggled romantically, girlfriends came easily, and eventually I found myself happily married with a big family somewhat despite my own conscious intentions. Looking back, if I had to say how that happened, more than anything else I would attribute it the fact that I genuinely enjoy the company of women. I find their presence enchanting, their conversation engaging, and their various natural foibles merely amusing. In any mixed social situation, Iβd mostly rather chat with the women. Their little thoughts and feelings are actually fascinating to me, especially since they are often so different from my own. Their weaknesses and failings donβt enrage me; in many ways they even augment their charm. If I had any advice for a young man trying to figure out the opposite sex, I would say: learn to have fun with them.