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forgive me, i'm being silly. this is obviously one of those less serious rapes us misogynists like to talk about
Come off it - what ymu is talking about can hardly be classed as "rape" in the conventional sense.
forgive me, i'm being silly. this is obviously one of those less serious rapes us misogynists like to talk about
What bingo wings? Or maybe to you that is an appropriate put down for a woman you don't fancy who actually doesn't have flabby arms but is a little too old for your taste?
you were raped and he told you he done it in his sleep? Hun, that sounds like bullshit to me.Where have I not acknowledged responsibility for my own actions, or their seriousness?
You think all rapes are equally upsetting?
When I was raped, he physically tore off my clothes and was inside me before I knew what was happening. But he was doing it in his sleep and I fancied him rotten, so it was a lot more traumatic for him than me as it turned out.
You have a simpliistic, as well as nasty, little mind.
i'd only previously heard women using the term, and then for comic effect. is it like the n-word, some people can and some people can't?
When i was young and used to drink in Cardiff town centre, I've saw many girls skimpied up, getting blokes to buy them drinks and legging it to the next pub to find the next mug. They never had any interest in the blokes other than using them as a free bar.
They full well knew their power and were abusing it for self interest.
And no this isn't bitterness at it being done to me. I was never that daft to think solely with my cock and get conned / manipulated, despite the fact we all used to wear suits and got approached a lot as likely well off targets.
I totally used to do this You don't even need to move bars to change the sucker, least I never did. If men want to be stupid enough to buy me a drink so they can chat drunken shit at me in the (little) time it took me to drink it then that's their lookout *shrugs*
I totally used to do this You don't even need to move bars to change the sucker, least I never did. If men want to be stupid enough to buy me a drink so they can chat drunken shit at me in the (little) time it took me to drink it then that's their lookout *shrugs*
Chelsea girlI didn't have much effect because I lived in baggy t shirts until I was about 16 when I bought myself a frock from Chelsea Girl. That seemed to do the trick. I didn't really want it tho.
When i was young and used to drink in Cardiff town centre, I've saw many girls skimpied up, getting blokes to buy them drinks and legging it to the next pub to find the next mug. They never had any interest in the blokes other than using them as a free bar.
When i was young and used to drink in Cardiff town centre, I've saw many girls skimpied up, getting blokes to buy them drinks and legging it to the next pub to find the next mug. They never had any interest in the blokes other than using them as a free bar.
They full well knew their power and were abusing it for self interest.
And no this isn't bitterness at it being done to me. I was never that daft to think solely with my cock and get conned / manipulated, despite the fact we all used to wear suits and got approached a lot as likely well off targets.
you were raped and he told you he done it in his sleep? Hun, that sounds like bullshit to me.
It's not as if blokes dont get anything out of it. Might go further, might just have a drink with a pretty girl; its win-win.
When i was young and used to drink in Cardiff town centre, I've saw many girls skimpied up, getting blokes to buy them drinks and legging it to the next pub to find the next mug. They never had any interest in the blokes other than using them as a free bar.
They full well knew their power and were abusing it for self interest.
And no this isn't bitterness at it being done to me. I was never that daft to think solely with my cock and get conned / manipulated, despite the fact we all used to wear suits and got approached a lot as likely well off targets.
You were just a prawn in their game.
Tbh, I am starting to get sick of women coming up to me in boozers and asking - without offering to buy me a drink first - whether I want to go outside/come back to theirs for a quick bunk up.
Rohypnol will sort that.
from saturday's march
(still uploading the rest to http://www.flickr.com/photos/49586737@N04/sets/72157626838425709/ - mainly banners )
One time, I got a woman who I'd flirted with on holiday to send me a bullseye for the train fare to Manchester so I could go up and see her for the weekend. Spent it down the pub, of course - fucking mug.
That was her pension and she needed it to buy a weeks food for her guide dog you bastard.
There speaks the voice of experience.