I am tired of arguing within a woman’s frame.
I am an individual and I am an egoist. I do what I want if I can do what I want.
Let’s stop sugar-coating today.
Yes, all men are rapists.
“No, we men also want respectful relationships and equality and we want you to be happy. And while you may not admit it, you also enjoy rough sex.”
What is this focus on what the woman wants? How is want even defined? Is it an emotion or a decision? The whole argument is silly and it’s bound to be won by the person who is being argued about: the woman.
What is that but the basic frame of today’s gender discussions: One day, you will make a woman happy.
Well, dear women, know this: We men are not alive to make you happy. We are the same egoistical bastards that you are. If you don’t give us what we want, we take it.
All men are rapists.
Yes, it’s true. Why hide it? If all women on earth were to withdraw from sex, something nasty would happen.
Yes, women, men are rapists. We are strong enough and ready to rape you if everything else fails. History and crime statistics prove it.
Women, you are weaker than us and you rely on your control over our minds and emotions.
Your basic premise that we want to make you happy is your weapon. If we do not accept that tenet, who will protect you? If we men don’t care about rape, why would we stop individual rapists?
Yes, we are rapists.
We are forceful and we are many. The in it’s totality leaves you with no cozy escapist feminism. It’s the false reality bubble that we allow to exist. That’s why you are so easy to shake to your very foundations.
is not your force over us. It is your that we allow to endure.
Yes, my opinion is amoral. But that doesn’t help you, does it? All men are rapists. Why would they care about your moral accusations? They want to have you and they will.
‘These birds of prey are evil; and whoever is least like a bird of prey and most like its opposite, a lamb, – is good, isn’t he?’, then there is no reason to raise objections to this setting-up of an ideal beyond the fact that the birds of prey will view it somewhat derisively, and will perhaps say: ‘We don’t bear any grudge at all towards these good lambs, in fact we love them, nothing is tastier than a tender lamb.’
So what kind of game are you playing, women? It’s a game we men allow you to play. You imagine to thrive in the illusion of a power you can never have: the strength to force your will on others. Even in your biggest success in history, your power is borrowed from men who help you get what you want.
Think forward, women. We men are rapists. But we have a kind heart: If you to us, we won’t have to force you. Do you now understand, dear women, how you came to be ? How you came to be beautiful? We chose the ones who enjoyed submission, the ones we liked and discarded the others.
There is no way out, women. You are the illusion of power. . You can submit or live in the
You can all you want. And you need to be offended, because you can not have the unshakable confidence of a strong individual – because you are not. Your masquerade is merely allowed by us, men. You live on borrowed time and you live in necessary panic of being exposed, of losing the grip over our minds. A grip that is owned to the gullibility of men who don’t know about the nature of their inherent strength and feel that they need to hide it.
Remember that nice guy you didn’t want to fuck? The one in the restaurant who was all sweet and shy when he tried to kiss you and you refused? Yes, he is a rapist. All men are rapists. He just didn’t know it.
You accuse us of being rapists in the hope that we will deny it and accept your judgment. We don’t deny it and we don’t accept your judgment. Not anymore.
We men are rapists. What will you do?
Will you cut off our penises?
For what gain? We will kill you for it. Yes, it’s easy to claim you will die for your cause, but you won’t. You want to live and you want peace, that’s what we reared you to want. That’s the reason you don’t stand up for yourselves even today and expect men to stand up for you.
We men are rapists. What will you do?
Yes, you will scream and you will argue and you will throw words at us; like you’re doing it now. But it’s a non-weapon. Words cannot stop the physical force of a trained body. Your resistance is nothing but amusement to us rapists.
All men are rapists. You keep yelling it, hoping that we won’t hear the undeniable truth in your words. That we will miss the forest for the trees.
We men are rapists. Your card house is falling apart. What will you do?