I’d never have
the guts to call
myself a feminist.
Any man that does
is full of ****
ladies.
Men don’t
know anything about
being a woman.
There are two genders.
Or, there are 200.
Either way it doesn’t
matter.
You know what matters
more than anything?
Being cool.
Being a decent human being.
Having self-control.
Accepting that you’re
responsible for what
you say and do.
Treat the girl or guy
of your dreams like
they’re the girl
or
guy of your dreams.
Don’t treat them like
a Corvette or a *********
cheeseburger.
Hey, can I have a ride in
your ‘vette?
No?
Okay.
How about a bite;
just one bite
of that thick,
juicy,
delicious-looking
burger?
No?
Fine.
Thanks anyway.
See?
It’s easy.
If you think it’s
more difficult
than the
aforementioned
examples;
you’ve got to
go.
Bye.
***
-JBClaywell
© P&ZPublications
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
I’d never have
the guts to call
myself a feminist.
Any man that does
is full of ****
ladies.
Men don’t
know anything about
being a woman.
There are two genders.
Or, there are 200.
Either way it doesn’t
matter.
You know what matters
more than anything?
Being cool.
Being a decent human being.
Having self-control.
Accepting that you’re
responsible for what
you say and do.
Treat the girl or guy
of your dreams like
they’re the girl
or
guy of your dreams.
Don’t treat them like
a Corvette or a *********
cheeseburger.
Hey, can I have a ride in
your ‘vette?
No?
Okay.
How about a bite;
just one bite
of that thick,
juicy,
delicious-looking
burger?
No?
Fine.
Thanks anyway.
See?
It’s easy.
If you think it’s
more difficult
than the
aforementioned
examples;
you’ve got to
go.
Bye.
***
-JBClaywell
© P&ZPublications
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