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Real Man

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AskMen.com recently shat out another misogynistic trollfest disguised as dating advice. It’s written by “relationship correspondent” Matthew Fitzgerald (thanks to Vagenda’s Twitter feed for the link). He wrote a book that is loved by douchebloggers like Angry Harry, a Manosphere staple who nobly fights for the rights of heterosexual, white middle-class men against oppression by those dastardly feminists, ethnic minorities, rape victims and any gay people who want to get married.

Anyway, back to AskMen. In an article about how women are all evil, think with emotions instead of rationality, accuse men who “aren’t afraid to be themselves or to exert their natural sexuality” of date rape and want – you know, respect and stuff (the bitches!) – Fitzgerald inadvertently alludes to rather a lot of submissive-male/dominant-female BDSM fantasies. If I were a troll, I’d even suggest that misogynists have a deep-seated kink that they don’t want to admit to. I’m not though, so I won’t. Here’s the article, with all the shit bits removed and all my favourite out-of-context femdom bits left in:

“…the rise of a class of ball-busting bitches…surrender their natural masculinity and pander to women…a world full of wusses and doormats, men who cater to women and willingly hand over all their male power in exchange for a few crumbs of approval…forced to bend over backwards to please women…feminize men into submissive she-males…a guy wants a chick to be masculine…letting women snip pruning shears at their crotches…buy their time and attention with meals, gifts, etc…nervous, insecure or overly nice around women…available at the drop of a hat…go out of their way to please women in the hope of getting laid…grovel, beg, or are desperate for sex…feel shameful or guilty about their natural sexuality…Let women manipulate them or treat them like “walking wallets”…feet-kissing doormats…be tied down…desperate and groveling for it…love the company of women and treat them very well…”

See. Much nicer. Click here for the original woman-hating cockery if you must.

The Grand Slutathon

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The word “slut” can be divisive. I never use it to describe women, as it’s been used as a tool of oppression for far too long. However, when it comes to men, I love to subvert expectations and tease a shag-happy gent with jibes of “you’re such a slut!” or “you massive slag!” or “I bet you’ve worn your knob down to the width of a Peperami, the number of holes you’ve stuck it in!*”.

For this reason, I’m delighted to be attending Ms Tytania’s Grand Slutathon. It’s a CFNM (clothed female, nude male) party in sumptuous surroundings where we stick it to the man with a spot of lady-on-chap strap-on fun and “forced” male bisexuality. Click here for more details, and click here to read my interview about taking men up the tradesman’s.

*Yes, I know that a penis doesn’t actually erode through overuse, but using it as an insult makes exactly as much physiological sense as a man telling a woman that her vagina loosens when she has sex with lots of different men. Yes. We’ve all heard men say that about women they consider to be “sluts”. The only thing to make a lady-hole go temporarily saggy is having a small human’s entire body pushed out of it. Gentlemen, unless you’ve got a knob the size of a fully-formed baby, it will make no change whatsoever to the elasticity of a woman’s vagina.

The Chic in Anarchic

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The Urban Chick Supremacy Cell is now activated. My comrade (and dear friend) Ms Tytania has recently launched a femdom site like no other… Her gloriously tongue-in-cheek guerilla revolutionary project aims to throw off the shackles of patriarchal rule (or, in this case, the corsets and high heels of mainstream fetish erotica) and overthrow the hegemony of the smug male (or at least give him a creative bashing, a bumming, a dressing-down and a gun on the tongue) all whilst wearing a balaclava and bovver boots.

I make a couple of appearances on the site and hope to make more in the future. In the meantime, here I am in a pub toilet, transforming from a traditional stocking-clad Pro-Domme to the sort of hoodie that David Cameron would be ill-advised to hug…