I considered posting this on a throw away but whatever. I've been tempted to make this post a hundred times. Well tonight I'm pissed and I'm finally gonna talk about it.
There's something a lot of folks in this thread don't appreciate: male sexuality can be scary, male lust can be hateful to experience.
You know when you're and at a bar and that lairy 16 stone 40 something with the skin head starts mouthing off at you? You know how you know exactly how fucking dead you are if that mass of muscle and stella goes off? In those precarious moments your awareness is heightened somehow: you can feel the alcohol in his brain and you know how unpredictable it makes him, you can see his grip shifting on the pool cue, turning it into a weapon, and you notice how his posture changes to prepare for a fight. Imagine that massive cunt's violence could be charged by his sexuality too. Imagine
I don't have to imagine this, I'm speaking from experience. When I was younger, 18 to 22, I was a pretty boy. I'm blonde, have very full red lips and back then was very slim, perhaps a little androgynous I dunno. Whatever it was, I recieved a lot of attention from men, more than I ever have from women.
I'm straight and have never given a strange man reason to believe I might be gay or bisexual. Despite the complete absence of signals or suggestions on my part, many men had no qualms about accosting me in absolutely unacceptable ways.
I had my cock or arse felt many times. Once a man slid his hand inside my pants and probed my anus. I was stood at a bar with my friends. I hate anal, I find the poo hole sexually repulsive. Despite this, I know what 'just the tip' feels like because a strange man forced his finger into my anus.
When I first started going clubbing I laughed to see a lady friend trying to shake off a skeevy bastard who wouldn't stop grinding her. Maybe it was karma when a chubby twat in a fucking stupid flat cap and a ropey white jumper grabbed my hips and rubbed his cockend against my ass. When I struggled around to tell him to fuck off he tried to grind our crotches together.
A man once held my hand hostage across the bar I worked behind. He painfully gripped my wrist in one hand and 'teased' my palm with the finger tips of the other. If this wiry speed head I was mates with hadn't thrown him off he looked like he'd try to kiss me.
Someone once put his cigarette out on my back. When I turned round there was a gang of a half dozen men smiling the most fucking seedy smiles, some winking, one of them rubbing a £50 note on himself.
I have numerous less egregious but still utterly unacceptable incidents to report.
Cheeks pushed together, forcing my mouth open. - 'now those are blowjob lips' - 'wanna suck my cock?' - 'god I'd love to kiss that mouth' - a strangers hands in my hair. - 'Nice soft hands' - 'give me a smile gorgeous' - 'you smell pretty' - pinches and tweaks - 'I can see your nipples through your shirt'
Fuck me, I have been told that if i really didn't want [strange burly bastard] to touch me I would just break free while he stood behind me holding my arm and my face with arms three times the size of mine.
Jesus fuck. That's just from whatever fraction of the population is attracted to men. Well, the males who are; only once has a strange woman ever touched me without me signalling interest.
So yeah, when a man commits an 'act of lust' or whatever you fucks are excusing this shit as, it doesn't mean it isn't hateful. It doesn't mean it's ok.
Because when you are forced to live with the constant awareness that strangers who easily overpower you may viloently violate you without the slightest provocation then yeah, fucking 'smile gorgeous' can be awful.
And it's not OK.