I. HATE. BUTCH. MEN. They fucking drive me insane. I hate how they're all butch and it's like, "No worries dear, I'll save you!" All the while flezing and posing their huge abs and worrying over whether or not having a 12 inch dick is good enough. :P Absolutely fucking disgusting. For one thing, I HATE body builders. They're gross. I prefer a person with a little chubub to any over muscled, 'Hey look, my neck is bigger than your waist!' body builder. It's just nasty. And that's just the physical thing I hate about butch men!!

I hate it when men think they can run anything, and I hate the women who let them... Well, hate is a relative thing, and truthfully I can't say that I truly *hate* anybody, but severly dislike just doesn' t sound drastic enough, and I want to make a freaking point here. But anyways, I hate it when men think that they're 'all that and a bag of chips baby', and that we MUST rely on them, and we MUST fawn all over them!! It's bullshit!! I don't want any man dictating to me what I should say, how I should dress for him and telling me *exactly* when I'm tired because he *thinks* that he just knows, so I MUST rest my head on his shoulder becuase I obviously need his comfort!! *takes a deep breath*

I hate the feeling of being LESS than somebody... It drives me nuts... I mean, it's just something you have to put up with when you think about it... I won't always be smarter, I won't always be more witty, I won't always be more loving, I won't always be the best... But the world works that way.. and with how the world works now, I WILL NOT put up with all that feminine/masculine gender role BULLSHIT that my parents put up with.. I don't go.. "Oh, *tee hee*, can you open this jar for me? It's so tight! *giggle*" I will simply become stronger. You don't need to out-weight lift every guy you know, or beat them in arm wrestling, you just have to become strong enough to be self-sufficient. I WILL take care of myself!! I won't let anybody take over my responsibility and make me some simpering pathetic sobbing little femme chicita with pink makeup, a cute little skirt, an apron and big googly lovey-dovey eyes for my one and only main fucking man who I *obviously* worship the ground he walks on, and would do *anything* he asked, including pumping out twenty babies and massaging his digusting stinky feet before bed, after a long day of working and slaving over the damned stove so he could have a warm meal when he came home from work!! >_<

Isn't it sad there are actually *many* people like this on the planet? O_o;;;

Man, do I sound like a bitter woman feminist, or what?