I don't want to do half of these things, either. But I respect the energy.

 

I recently had a tomboy gf who was also a doctor, a stressful job. I really enjoyed making her feel good after work with massages, cuddling and fugging her and I was so happy when I felt her tension going away and her becoming relaxed and happy :3

I also dressed up for meeting her (but in a masculine way).

 

 

Nothing new, the entire yaoi genre as well as the male K-Pop half owe their very existence to this phenomenon - it's basically a way for women to project their own emotions and desires onto (feminine) male figures.

 

PS: But they still will breed with the manly men, the "excitingly dangerous" men, the bad boys.

If I wanted an opinion from twatter, I would browse there.

Women today ask for two things in their relations with men: sexual satisfaction and tenderness. Whether separately or in combination, both demands seem to convey to many males the same message—that women are voracious, insatiable. Why should men respond in this fashion to demands that reason tells them have obvious legitimacy? Rational arguments notoriously falter in the face of unconscious anxieties; women's sexual demands terrify men because they reverberate at such deep layers of the masculine mind, calling up early fantasies of a possessive, suffocating, devouring, and castrating mother. The persistence of such fantasies in later life intensifies and brings into the open the secret terror that has always been an important part of the male image of womanhood. The strength of these pre-Oedipal fantasies, in the narcissistic type of personality, makes it likely that men will approach women with hopelessly divided feelings, dependent and demanding in their fixation on the breast but terrified of the vagina which threatens to eat them alive; of the legs with which popular imagination endows the American heroine, legs which can presumably strangle or scissor victims to death; of the dangerous, phallic breast itself, encased in unyielding armor, which in unconscious terror more nearly resembles an implement of destruction than a source of nourishment. The sexually voracious female, long a stock figure of masculine pornography, in the twentieth century has emerged into the daylight of literary respectability. Similarly the cruel, destructive, domineering woman, la belle dame sans merci, has moved from the periphery of literature and the other arts to a position close to the center. Formerly a source of delicious titillation, of sadomasochistic gratification tinged with horrified fascination, she now inspires unam biguous loathing and dread. Heartless, domineering, burning (as Leslie Fiedler has said) with "a lust of the nerves rather than of the flesh,” she unmans every man who falls under her spell. In American fiction, she assumes a variety of guises, all of them variations on the same theme: the bitchy heroine of Hemingway, Faulkner, and Fitzgerald; Nathanael West's Faye Greener, whose "invitation wasn't to pleasure but to struggle, hard and sharp, closer to murder than to love"; Tennessec Williams's Maggie Tolliver, edgy as a cat on a hot tin roof; the domineering wife whose mastery of her husband, as in the joyless humor of James Thurber, recalls the mastery of the castrating mother over her son; the man-eating Mom denounced in the shrill falsetto of Philip Wylie's Generation of Vipers, Wright Morris's Man and Boy, Edward Albee's The American Dream; the suffocating Jewish mother, Mrs. Portnoy; the Hollywood vampire (Theda Bara), scheming seductress (Marlene Dietrich), or bad blonde (Marilyn Monroe, Jayne Mansfield); the precocious female rapist of Nabokov's Lolita or the precocious female killer of William March's The Bad Seed.

Child or woman, wife or mother, this female cuts men to ribbons or swallows them whole. She travels accompanied by eunuchs, by damaged men suffering from nameless wounds, or by a few strong men brought low by their misguided attempts to turn her into a real woman. Whether or not the actual incidence of impotence has increased in American males—and there is no reason to doubt reports that it has the specter of impotence haunts the contemporary imagination, not least because it focuses the fear that a played-out Anglo-Saxon culture is about to fall before the advance of hardier races. The nature of impotence, moreover, has undergone an important historical shift. In the nineteenth century, respectable men sometimes experienced embarrassing sexual failures with women of their own class, or else suffered from what Freud called “psychic impotence" the characteristic Victorian split between sensuality and affection. Although most of these men dutifully had intercourse with their wives, they derived sexual satisfaction only from intercourse with prostitutes or with women otherwise degraded. As Freud explained, this psychic syndrome "the most prevalent form of degradation” in the erotic life of his time-originated in the Oedipus complex. After the painful renunciation of the mother, sensuality seeks only those objects that evoke no reminder of her, while the mother herself, together with other “pure” (socially respectable) women, is idealized beyond reach of the sensual.

Today, impotence typically seems to originate not in renunciation of the mother but in earlier experiences, often reactivated by the apparently aggressive overtures of sexually liberated women. Fear of the devouring mother of pre-Oedipal fantasy gives rise to a generalized fear of women that has little resemblance to the sentimental adoration men once granted to women who made them sexually uncomfortable. The fear of women, closely associated with a fear of the consuming desires within, reveals itself not only as impotence but as a boundless rage against the female sex. This blind and impotent rage, which seems so prevalent at the present time, only superficially represents a defensive male reaction against feminism. It is only because the recent revival of feminism stirs up such deeply rooted memories that it gives rise to such primitive emotions. Men's fear of women, moreover, exceeds the actual threat to their sexual privileges. Whereas the resentment of women against men for the most part has solid roots in the discrimination and sexual danger to which women are constantly exposed, the resentment of men against women, when men still control most of the power and wealth in society yet feel themselves threatened on every handintimidated, emasculated-appears deeply irrational, and for that reason not likely to be appeased by changes in feminist tactics designed to reassure men that liberated women threaten no one. When even Mom is a menace, there is not much that feminists can say to soften the sex war or to assure their adversaries that men and women will live happily together when it is over.

Schizoposting.

"schizo" is a complement, as it is often used to describe anyone who dares to create or share content that breaks out of the digital whispering gallery that is the modern internet. Unfortunately, the term "schizo" itself has been recuperated and itself integrated as part of the same stale cycle of memetic reproduction.

Good sir, have you perchance ever lain with a woman?

It seems to me that you are one of the more verbose striplings of the good teacher Vollassi Toni, who is known for his vernacular style of communication.

The idea that men are afraid of women seems more like projection on the part of feminists to me. I haven't seen any evidence in support of this theory. It's always women who hysterically treat any male stranger as a potential stalker/serial killer. The only instances where men display fear of women, is when there are potential legal consequences associated with such encounters: for example, the so-called "Mike Pence rule" of not being alone with a woman who's not your wife, which is motivated by the fear that she might make a false accusation against you.

Interesting, I'd never thought of it that way.

Acting like a fag isn't my idea of fun but YMMV.

Low test incel talk. What's bad about sexually aggressive women, that just means you don't have to do all the work. Pretty convenient.

 

Of course, if your test is low because anime abuse and stoicism memes, your urge will be lower than even a woman's, so it will seem intimidating.

With those cake server chins, monster hands and 3 meter shoulder breadth? What kind of woman do you know?

The yaoi look is high test (broad shoulders) and youth (androgyny). Women like young high test men, duh.