Monday, January 21, 2019
role
-Just a throwaway in a TV commercial.
The sweetest little white fluff of mini rabbit!
-Kimberly and I had one. The greatest
bitsy pooper: perfectly rounded tiny beads!
-Unlike Kim?
-Who knows? She kept that part of her
existence secret.
-I don’t like such secret ones.
-No, you desire those who are cutey-
patooties! They don’t even hafta speak.
-But they must! And screw it all up.
And then yell “O Poopie!”
And then yell “O Poopie!”
-Infantile men have gone outa style-- except the Millennial-Mama-Package.
-Never completely.
-Therein our GREATNESS! if you
ask me.
-Nobody ever will again.
-Well, THEY’RE the Poopies then!
-Yeah! Hah-hah on them indeed!
Labels: cute women, infantile men, poopy, sex roles
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
The Women Who Choose Unconscious Men
Okay, so that’s just a headline! Some
refining required.
refining required.
Was the man unconscious to begin, or
trained thusly?...
and unconscious means unaware of
responsibility.
Let’s get out of the way that some
women think the state most desirable--
managerial types mostly, though another
reaction, rare of course, has Nora M
of Fairbanks, Alaska referring to her
husband as “pretty.”
of Fairbanks, Alaska referring to her
husband as “pretty.”
(Well, I’ve staked out the territory and
am needed elsewhere. And I prefer--
just a sidelight--that the bedtime
outfit my girlfriend has bought me
not be called a “nighty.”)Labels: awareness, control, marriage, marriage responsibilities, sex roles, sexuality
Saturday, September 08, 2018
Nods
When Ginger2 left
the men agree
that women still can’t
handle the Freedom
“we granted them.”
Both nod sagely.
The sage nod has im-
printed over centuries.
Best to try another...for
the girls that is!
Labels: attitude, history, male and female behavior, sex roles, sex symbols, sexism
Monday, April 03, 2017
Della and Rack Consider a Film
-“NITWIT SWITCH, the sex romp to end all etc.”
-I like Doris Hadley.
-She can’t save it.
-Thin gruel anyway. A stupid woman
becomes a stupid man. Give me a break!
-The opposite plot being impossible.
-How’s that?
-Dodo as a lady? The softening and love
he learns in the process makes the usual
macho imbecility impossible.
-You said impossible twice!
-I’m a woman.
-How about inconceivable?
-Not after three babies!
-You’re...too quick for me, aren’t you?”
-Not too dead to notice? Look out you
don’t lose your male union card.
-Or union suit?
-Nice try!
Labels: back and forth, quick wit, repartee, sex change, sex difference, sex patterning, sex roles, wit
Saturday, May 23, 2015
triple-butch beach vball player has beaten up a few boys
Designer brought in to soften. Now, outfits she wears off-court
feminine, despite herself.
Mr Z-Andre also photographs her on Easter Sunday at the
Presbyterian Church of Coconut Grove. Normal, and even pretty.
Floppy-white hat, too, un-hawks her.
But on-court? Pure menace!
So he pins a fragment of a frilly scarf. Floats above her strenuousness,
powder rose.
Emails pour in from men--as he had predicted.
“How come a faggot knows so much about straight men?” pipes
Lippy Snelling, in charge of the balls.
“The question answers itself!” she informs him, with a punch taking
his breath!
Labels: Beach Volleyball, butch, clothes, Coconut Grove, designer, feminine, sex roles, tomboy, volleyball
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Going Dutch in a
Red State
When Jup and Mitzy got down, they always went to
Trash Alley. This time she got Dutch Boys and Girls.
The Chinese man didn’t have windmills, but girlfriend,
Letz did, she knew.
Jup got National Football League players, sort of. Splotchily
painted, but the jerseys were the approximate color, and
had script identifying the team name.
No ceramic pants, but little erect penises.
“Cute, but they’ll break off if you play with them,” warned
Mitzy.
“I’m not gonna play with their peckers!”
“I mean just play generally. They’re delicate.”
He had another plan, which he told her. It inspired her.
So, for each game that year, he paired the figures.
Thus Bronco versus Raiders, as an example. Then,
photographed them with his phone camera. Sixteen
games, sixteen pictures that week.
When the season opened, she brought along the
actual Dutch figures. Girlfriend Letz, her own little
windmills and wagons and such. They sat in a booth
with other women at Mad Martha’s, and played the way
they did as girls.
On the way back from the men’s room, Jip told them
“Don’t get too rough now!”
Then he returned to his gang watching the contest
on the biggest screen in the place.
Wills and Hester always came late, but this time
she brought the ceramic food she had fashioned.
She got a hearty Dutch welcome. “Let’s eat the
sausages first!” gushed Emily Hertzmeuller.
Meantime, the men tapped their phones together ritually,
and thus received the obscene schedule of Jup’s.
Men, their wives and girlfriends, appreciated him and Mitzy
further livening up their gameday.
Mad Martha in the kitchen yelled to Gypsy Joe at the bar
that they were a class act!
Some of the newer lady friends were tomboys and wouldn’t
play with the women, but roared alongside the men.
“It takes all kinds,” Jup reminded the very conservative
Ralph Betz, nicknamed Reagan.
Labels: child play, Dutch, female bonding, football, male bonding, Reagan, relationships, segregating by sex, sex roles, trash
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Women Dialog Roles
-So in the old old model, the men hunt and the women
hang back to tend the campfires and the running brats?
-Correct. And then the triumphant return with the
bloody pigs!
-And we enthuse over the tribal cheer. A great moment!
-There follows the ritual butchering.
-Anything involving the gods we’re naturally held
out from.
-Also correct. But everyone sees the rightness of this.
-Fast forward to the Twenty First Century. Our Golden Age
just barely started.
-Both parties out hunting.
-The Great Overgod of Commerce demanding it thus.
-The homefires cold, the children gorged with sex
and video games.
-Well, we nonetheless lead in one important category.
-Which is? (And I
hope that verb excoriates with
its sarcasm.)
-Exhaustion.
-Amen amen I say to you that if only two women see
the light,
and then two more, and then...!
-As I said: Exhaustion!
Labels: Anthropology, chores, men, sex roles, women
