This entry was originally posted at Mushroom Print.

The other day, I was walking down the street, clearly stressed out because I was one ingredient short for my mom’s birthday present. You saw me with your friends and felt the need to comment about me:

Is that a man or a woman? I can’t tell.

An obvious lie, since I have breasts bigger than most breastfeeding mothers. But you felt the need to shoot it my way anyway.

I don’t know if it was because I was stressed and hadn’t showered or because I was in slacks and obviously hadn’t fixed myself up. Maybe it was the sweatshirt I was wearing, supporting a football team you hated. I don’t know.

Your friends started laughing. Someone said right or exactly or I agree.

Had you been 15, I wouldn’t have been surprised, but you were well over 20. I’d say either pushing 30 or way past it already.

So thank you mystery man for feeling you had the right to take your crappy life out on me. Thank you for feeling the need to push me down because I didn’t live up to the standards you felt women should meet.

Or maybe you pushed me down so that you could push yourself higher?

Here’s a mushroom print for you old man, because you obviously haven’t left high school and you felt the need to drag me back there, even if for just one day.

There he was, smiling again at the screen.

Laughing out loud but wont share the fun. He will tell me titbits, he will explain some parts.

So I joined. I sat in the same room. I ended up taking over. A room full of men tend to give the girl attention.

All of a sudden the shoe is on the other foot. If there are two females and a hundred men. Females will get the attention. He didn’t like it, he didn’t want me to get it. All of a sudden his friends were my friends and I had taken over.

I would be mad too, and I’d cared if I wasn’t so frustrated by it. By him smiling at the screen, at watching young women showing more than they should.

Now he sulks and now he complains.

I guess he didn’t like to wear my shoes.

This entry was originally posted at Mushroom Print.

I feel mislead.

In every sitcom I watch, every dirty novel I read and every Playboy/Penthouse magazine I scour the Q&A for – I’m lead to believe, men are more sexual than women.

Men want it more.

There’s always some sort of power struggle where the woman holds out on the sexual or the man gets rewarded with a sexual favour when being such a good little boy. I know of course these are not the ideal situations to build a long lasting relationship, but my point is, the man is always wanting and willing.

This has never ever been the case in the relationships I’ve been in and I feel so… betrayed. Betrayed by TV and reliable magazines who have mislead me into thinking that the sex power dynamic in a relationship will be mine.

My reality have rather been that men are hot and eager for the first couple of weeks followed by being fulfilled and satisfied which only leads to me being “the beggar” later on in the relationship.  Some have lasted every day, others are satisfied with a couple of times a week. Me on the other hand, I’ve been yearning for round two.

I have nothing to fear when it comes to my own abilities, and I know I have nothing to fear over their fidelity. I. Just. Want. MORE.

So this fist goes out to all those misleading shows and magazines out there, who disregard the fact that men are human and not lead by their weiners. They are tired and sometimes choose a video game over sex. You lied to me Penthouse, you deceived me Playboy and I never again want to hear a TV husband beg for sex!