none. i don't fuck men with fragile egos.
Word. If they are fragile they better grow some tougher skin to roll with me. That goes double for women. I'm a terrible dancer. I don't hang out with people I have to tap dance around.
maybe if women paid more attention i wouldnt have to come online and show strangers my dick.
signed,
Ego.
PS-mickeylee is too hostile of a human being to understand what an ego is.
Why exactly should women pay attention to you? Why should anyone? If you don't like the feedback society gives you, you have to figure out for yourself how to get the feedback you want. WHat parts of you are just right? What parts could you stand to refine? Or, is everything about yourself just the way you want it, and should you learn to validate yourself without outside help? This is YOUR work. It is not up to anyone else to validate you.
" Are you wearing that to go out?"
Most men will either change to suit their other half, or with grand bravado state, "I look good, & I feel good, so fuck off".
I've only met eunuchs & people rocking in corners who've asked the question the other way around!
My husband used to be very uptight about me wearing extremely revealing clothes. Because my husband is a gigantic dude, and other dudes are frequently eager to test him (violently) in social situation, I try to dress down when we are out together in order to not contribute to some poor schmuck's maiming by drawing too much attention to myself. However, I do have lots of very short skirts, and very low-cut blouses.
When we first lived together, and most of my clothing was still back home, I had this one risque outfit I wore only in our apartment to titillate him. On laundry day, this was typically the only clean clothing I had. He would question me as I left the apartment. "Where are you going?" "Why are you wearing that?" "Oh my God, AlteredEgo, please put some clothes on!" "Are you kidding me? I'll get the laundry, you find something to cover your butt!" I only ever responded with, "Don't be ridiculous! Who am I going to meet between here and the laundry room? You're being weird and possessive, but don't worry, you can't get rid of me that easily. Sit down. You keep paying the rent, I'll keep washing your shorts."
I have no idea how or when this stopped happening. I recently pulled out that top and a different miniskirt to go somewhere with his sister and her roommate. He didn't even blink. He absently slid his hand under my skirt, demanded a kiss, and told me to have fun and not let his sister get too drunk.