I got a question:
I hate to be sexist, but what in the world possesses women to dress the way that they do in the summer? I know it's hot, and there is little air, but some dress as if they didn't want to put ANY clothes on in the morning. Being that the above issues of weather are the case I have no problem with women that wear next to nothing outside. In fact, I prefer it. Come on out.
Come on out does not mean, come out of your homes. 'Come on out' means, come on out of your clothes. Yeah, that's right, I'll be the first to say it. I like to see asses fighting against themselves underneath a loose fitting dress. Can the wind blow and lift that dress over her hips and show off those tiny whities? You hope. Beautiful white underwear covering all of the good stuff. You know what I'm talking about men.
But that's just all of the fun from the waist down, with the exclusion of the hips. Sometimes sharp, sometimes smooth but always graceful. They are the pivot points of superior female locomotion. Watching a woman walk is the most hypnotic thing on earth. If you think seriously about it, it beats any other animal on the planet. There is no other creature on this fleck of dust hurtling through space that a man can stare at as it walks up and walks by. Why is that? What is the deal with that? Don't ask me why that's the case, it just is.
And then all the fun at the shoulders. Tits. Yes, breasts, mammary glands, a nice rack. They can be small and sweet, delicious little firm sons-a-bitches, to huge hams supported by a strong back and an 'over the shoulder boulder holder'. The heat is kicking, and the cleavage plunges and nipples sometimes slip or show, especially when one of these fucking machines bends over. Hot as Hell, melt a dick like butter in an oven.
Breasts jiggle, as simple as that. They dance to their own tune, separate and apart from the rest of the body. Because of this dichotomy they stand out and catch a man's attention, causing the scrotum to tighten. Damn. Hot motherfucker...in more ways than one. Why so rude? Because the thoughts of a man go from gentile to rude. It's a needle swinging from one end to the other. It gets rid of all unnecessary thoughts, all weaker protocols and zeroes in on reproduction. Only one word pops up in a man's mind when he sees a woman that awakens his arousal: fuck.
So all of this praise to the feminine physique is for what reason? Why go over the obvious in life. Even women know the power that their naked form has over men. We are going to look, at some women, like they were goddesses, our thoughts thinking about pounding the shit out of them with our erections. Yeah, that's about the rough truth. Watching one of these bodies go by in a loose, thin, airy summer dress makes a man want to fuck.
But here is the thing that gets me. Why the way do they dress as they do, knowing that all men will look? Like pigeons, they walk about, steering to the left or right if they think that you are following them, carefully crossing their legs if they notice you trying to look up their skirt. Well, that one I can understand, also when you try to look down the top of their dress, they'll pull the edges of them closer together. But instead of seeing this as a game, which is what it is, they view it as an insult.
It's a game. You have a body, you dress revealing, and we look. You're a walking, breathing turn on and it's not all that fair to hold it against a man who is aroused by what he sees. Arousal is a natural response to such stimulation. That's just the way that it goes. Wanting more or less from this simple interaction is just playing a fools game. It just cannot happen in the real world. Men will always look at women, and women at men, it's simply the way that we are hardwired. There's no harm in that. Just think of it this way: the human race has not died off yet. This means that this way of procreation must work somehow. It's lasted through centuries of different government, different societal changes, different eras, and what do we still have? The overpowering need to copulate.
New York has a myriad of women walking about on hot days in different states of undress. They make living and working in the city one of the best experiences on the Earth. I know that some men are obnoxious and assholes, but not all men. Some men actually believe that they are paying you a compliment because there will be a time to come where no one will want to look upon your waning physical beauty. Which goes for men too, for God's sake. But men have had a lifetime, well many men, of not being noticed by the opposite sex as outstanding beefcake. But almost every woman has been looked upon sexually.
That's what gets men to react to a woman, and that's what causes women to draw suitable men. It's the game of love and sex, played out on the sidewalks of New York daily during hot summer months.
Am I sexist? I guess so, I love womankind. If that makes me sexist, maybe I am.
I don't believe in women as men. I like women exactly the way that they are, different and distinct.
I love the summer.
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