Objectivity & the Female Gender

I do objectify women. *shrug* I won't apologize for it. I'm genetically designed to appreciate female mammalian secondary sexual characteristics. For the uninformed those are those curves produced by the XX chromosome set that make babies & straight men want to nurse. (Ma-Ma!)


I mean, I see a stacked babe wearing something form-fitting or revealing and my brain automatically begins preparing Tab A or insertion into Tabs A-C. (Yeah, I know! I'm nasty!) This is merely idle speculation, mind you. My conscious mind doesn't even bother calculating the odds of success of each angle of approach any more.

Meh! Why bother?

But, my subconscious mind is still blubbering with a reaction that I hope to never successfully quell. My subconscious mind is slavering like chained hyena with blood somewhere close. ("Gottdamm!! She got a NICE ass!!!") Fortunately, my poker face is iron. There are women who I'd put a hickey on one of her asscheeks in the middle of the Rose Bowl parade. But, they'll never know it…and, neither will you…because I have restraint. Now, when I'm around friends that I trust, I might just admit that I find a woman attractive.

I say this because I realize that women live in constant fear of men and annoyance at men. Much of this reaction is because many men don't know how to compliment a woman and don't know how to approach a woman. Much of their reaction is because many women let fashion put all their goodies out where men can ogle them. There are no excuses in either case.

Fellas, even if everything about the woman makes you want to be Tarzan to her Jane, give it a rest. Unless she says, "Yes, I'll go home with you" or something equivalent, sitcho monkey ass down.

Women, know what you want, don't send mixed signals, and put on some damned clothes. Your behavior & clothing is never EVER an excuse for stalking, molestation or rape. But, some of these dudes just DON'T know how to behave.

Anyway…I gotta go.

Deuces