To be or not to be…

This is the best way to express the repulse and the consequent way of feeling for common-sense ( me, for example) under the perspective of living on an hyper-sexualized, lack of intelligence and superficial society. A completely lost of interest for human relations.

Wherever you may look, all kind of human- beings, surprisingly, mostly women, are selling themselves as a sexual objects; from their physical appearances: my big butt and dizzy movements suggesting you that I'm eager to be taken from behind and satisfy you to the extenuation ( and much better than the bitch besides me) and those big lips obviously made to suggest you that I would suck your dick to the extent of extirpating you a brain tumor ( in the case you would have it), to the achievements the seem to be obsessed with: to have a partner. To " deserve" to be loved ( by whoever's)

This new wave or behavioral way of conduct

from most women is what they call : "freedom" or "sexual liberation". Paradoxically, exhibiting a completely slaveness to the opposite sex by being in a perpetual state of sexual heat mating and by permanently showing themselves with the implicit message of not being " nothing else, but that" a sexual object. Even though if their life's are more controlled than ever and real instincts completely suffocated in order to obey a man's will. Those women are not using their sexual appealing to manipulate a man ( as mother nature's has showed all female species should do, but completely the opposite.

Following this thread of thinking, I won't be that reactionary of not understanding what being a human implies or forgetting all what is about the eternal business of sexuality: all that the natural commerce between the genders has implied through the siecles, but please women, use your brain and focus your goals, not the man's one.

Traditionally, and I'm recapitulating to the beginning of times, females of all species had managed and controle the males, precisely throughout sex: they test the opposite gender by demanding them different proofs of strength or "parenthood reliability " by making them show their abilities to nurture their future descendants, or protecting their future family from predators by building or being able to proportionate the best of shelters.

And that's the one an animal female will ever choose to be her partner or just, simply, for having one single chance of a sexual-intercourse. Even though, and if it wasn't enough, they have to compite among them, fighting to dead, if necessary, in the case there would be more than one or two aspirants to the position.

Cannot you see the differences?

The only type of animal a " modern " woman would have any resemblance to, would be the cat, because these animal females are constantly taken without their consent, raped in the middle of the streets, by surprise, in a dark alley, and being pregnant with undesired cubes , against her will and without any action they could do to avoid it. Poor things: just used for, just the perfect victims of any unchosen male will and desire. Never selecting , never enjoying, never planifying, never being responsible for.

It may sound really conservative or old-fashioned , but I'm convinced I'm right and I won't abandoned this path of phylosofical thinking, for considering it the best recipe of self- steem and self-love, preserving myself from being the next victim of violence between* ( not " among" and I did it on purpose) genders to be watched on the midday news and for respecting also, all the struggles and hard fighting that other women did in the past on behalf of all women and being consequent with it