#NotAllMen
Just the straight ones (sweeping generalizations alert)
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Ok, right. Right. Right, I get it. Not ALL the straight men in this world are emotionally stunted, seething women-hating, walking talking time bombs just waiting for that prick ahead of him to not use his turn signal.
Now that we have our disclaimer out of the way, I am here to share my considerable personal experience with straight men. Not pretty.
Based on these numerous experiences I can say without hesitation that many — ok, probably not most, but many — straight men are emotionally stunted, seething women-hating, walking talking time bombs just waiting for that prick ahead of him to not use his turn signal. And this little old queer lady crosses the street to avoid them.
The first time I got cracked upside my head regularly — other than by my Mom — was in my first serious relationship. I also got punched and shoved into walls, stuff Mom never did. Then, having finally moved on from that, I got called names and denigrated on a daily basis in my first serious relationship after I got sober (clearly, my picker still needed adjusting). Over the years I have been privy to countless conversations that started with, “And then that bitch…”.
The straight men I have been in relationships with and their straight male friends had one thing in common and it came up a lot.
They didn’t like and didn’t trust women. In fact, many hated women. Many of them just wanted to get laid and no one would comply. Or the ones who would comply weren’t hot enough for them. Bitches.
Certainly, in countless cases that distrust was based on actual experience. However, sometimes — ok I’ll say it, often — that “experience” was having that bitch say no. No to a date. No to sex. No to letting him use her car. Where TF does that bitch get off saying no?
A classic case of a straight man who visibly descended into a seething pit of self-pity and fury over a woman not doing as he expected was my stepfather. He was Daddy, he wasn’t some strange guy that Mom brought home. He was my dad since I was a year old. He wasn’t a warm, cuddly guy, but he loved us all equally and worked himself to death demonstrating that love. However, he became angry with Mom once they were…
