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She nodded again and I shrugged, "you get it now.. there's no man.. which is the point.. no man is needed.." She looked like she was giving it a thought for a bit, then she sighed, "but.. there are those lesbians where there's one who acts like a man.. and another one is feminine..." I shrugged again, "it's people's preferences.. girls are girls either way.. and to be honest with you, I'd never date a girl who acts like a man. I want a woman who's comfortable in being a woman and loves herself openly.. not those hardcore butches who don't wanna be seen buying pads or who would want me to not touch them during sex.. they are a NO.."

Neither was I going to subject myself to fighting another woman over a man. If they felt like they were women enough then they should allow the man to seek them out instead of just acting like fools all around. Most of the people who had decided to fight fellow women over men ended up hating themselves. "What's that?!" Mr. Simpson's voice rang throughout the class and immediately squashed the papers behind my back. I would be doing myself a huge disservice if I went ahead to act like I was the one who had been given that paper instead of pretending like I had no clue whatsoever what was going on.

Jack turned back to look at the screen without saying anything. “Look, I get it, okay? Men dominate the world of gaming, and it surprises men when a woman can play as well as, if not better, than them. Remember that scene in The Matrix when Neo first meets Trinity in the club? He knew all about her online exploits and what she’d done. She was a legend and when she revealed her identity to Neo, he says he thought she was a man and Trinity says, ‘Most men do.’ It’s the way our society is skewed. Video games are a man’s domain and women are either not welcome or they’re underestimated.” Dianna leaned closer to Jack. “Don’t underestimate me, Jack.” They looked at each other in the dark for a lon

She is used to her dad, the bikers, everything like that. She isn't used to women, not really and that is her downfall, but maybe I can help there? She needs that woman who follow, the woman to look up to and see how to act. Right now, and from what she has told me she acts like a guy, almost like Diesel and his flirty direct moves. Nothing wrong with it, but for some reason, if a man does it, it's great, he's amazing. If a woman does it, she's desperate, so I will help her as no doubt she will find someone else, who isn't Diesel.

But he seems pretty pissed so I can't entirely tell. "You think I'm doing and saying this for pure enjoyment? Tell me was it a mistake or was it poor programming? Our brains and minds are programmed to think a certain way. And clearly his lacks the part where women and men are equal! So I'm sorry for trying to educate him right from wrong in a means that will obviously affect him. Because from the looks of it my method is working and he will probably remember the way he felt at this very moment. It will forever impact his decisions and words. So, tell me now am I still wrong? Or does your brain lack the 'equality' feature too?" Isabella remains calm but her tone cuts like a knife. Damn…

Truthfully, I spent ninety-nine percent of my time thinking with the wrong head and didn’t have a damn clue about women. Now that I’m in my mid-twenties, I’ve picked up quite a few lessons. The one that really matters for this rambling story is this: women are just as filthy-minded and sexually driven as men are. They simply hide it better. For instance, when women are left to themselves, they can be just as raunchy and graphic about sex as we are. The difference? They sprinkle in other topics too, while guys keep their discussions mostly about sex, sports, cars, and not getting laid. We call it focusing on the basics.

“I’m an adult woman. It’s normal for my body to react to you stirring me up repeatedly.” “Normal?” Titus chuckled and caressed her bottom lip. “Do you know what’s the biggest difference between a man and a woman? It’s their bodies. A man thinks about sex when he sees a woman. That’s why we’re constantly accused of only thinking with our libido. But it’s different for women. Your bodies only react when you like a man. “Admit it, Carol. You like me. Your body and soul like me.” Carol shook her head. “I do not!”

"I was used to dealing with men much worse than me, so I'm not sure how to deal with a woman as hard as me. I'm sorry. I don't want the work to become even more difficult than it already is. I don't think any of our superiors would like to know that. Let's just forget about it.” "It's okay with me," I said, getting up. I took a few steps to the side, leaving the focus of the man's vision, but I added: "You don't have to make an effort to be kind just because I'm a woman. I learned in the worst way that men can be more complicated than they seem.”

“Woman? You think you’re a woman?” Scoffing, “You are not much of a man yourself. If you think being in a position you didn’t earn makes you a man, then you have to sit, face a blank wall, and rethink it. Not all women are tools for your stupid game.” I can’t believe I didn’t let her drown. I leaned back against my chair. “No, they are not. Tools are pretty useful. Five seconds to get in the shower or return to the chamber where all the maids want you dead. You know what the smart option is. You—”

I'm forcefully staring at some prick for twenty fucking minutes and feeling his nasty irritating glare all over my body. The creature known as men, are so fucking annoying. They don't know how to keep their eyes and the thing into their pants where they belong to. They'd run toward you like dogs if you give them a single positive glance. So fucking ludicrous. But here everyone thinks women are fragile and weak. Trust me, a woman can bring a man to fall on his knees with a single glance whether he's dangerous, inhumane or vicious; from a mighty king to a relentless warrior. And history is its biggest testimony.