Looking like a Man Treat Me like a Woman (Excerpts)

Here are excerpts of an interesting book Looking like a Man Treat Me like a Woman:

Excerpt 1

INTRODUCTION

It’s a new age and a new focus that’s funneling feminine fanfare. Women have evolved, but that’s just one problem solved. To every action, there’s reaction and female evolution isn’t without gender counteraction. It had been called a man’s world among the common girls but equality is now the ordinary word. Men are physically strong, yet women are now telling them, “Bring it on!” But guys don’t get into those fistfights so that they can be spied with the naked eyes. Girls are hitting out, but guys are scarcely opening their mouths. They prefer to go for the knockout tout. But are girls losing points when it really counts? Are the real gentlemen retracting chivalrous discounts?

Looking like a Man, Treat Me like a Woman uses today’s complications to explain gender segregations. In order to understand the exemplifications, it’s necessary to examine the indemnifications. CHAPTER ONE says Tough Girls for Tough Guys, and this theme cannot be over-emphasized. Women today have come a long way, and they truly believe the tougher they are portrayed is the rougher they should be conveyed. But why should they want to be rough? That seems to be such a bluff! Oh really? It’s not! The modern girl is the old Nanny Goat Gruff! She is seeking equality and that takes more than just equanimity. Strong-arms men have had their day, long-arms divas are coming out of caches. People like Michelle and Serena have been waking up women’s arena. This chapter is designed to show that girls of vigor are on the go. They are getting rid of weakness labels that said they weren’t willing and able.

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Chapter Four . . .

Sex for Less

The she-goat has a lot to share with humans everywhere. This nanny gets the most sex with little or no time to take a rest. She takes it standing like a woman, with no complaints when she’s summoned. Perhaps she loves it, maybe she does not, but the fact that she doesn’t fight back, that says a lot. The more the she-goat keeps quiet, it improves the ram-goat’s insatiable diet. The ramrod of the ram-goat gets its length and strength when the she-goat doesn’t take any revenge. When he penetrates to let off steam, she shivers when she gets the quenching cream. Meanwhile, he works up a sweat to give her more sex tête-à-tête.

A woman once walked along a lonely road, was raped by a stranger until she was about to explode. When she described her nightmare to a lonesome friend, the talker couldn’t comprehend why her listener took such an interest in the end.

“It was six in the morning,” the victim said. “He ripped my vagina to almost shreds.”

“Where was that?” asked the female hearer. She was all ears as she drew nearer.

And the victim described the exact spot, thinking that the woman felt her pain down to a jot. The next day same place, same time, the lonely girl visited the scene of the crime. She waited for the rapist to reappear in close approximation, but the ape-man must have changed locations to find other invitations. This woman went crazy, accusing the accuser that her brain was getting lazy.

“Are you going out of your mind?” she accosted the victim with any words that she could find.

“Why?” the victim cried, wiping away teardrops from her eyes. She couldn’t bear to remember how she almost died.

“I went there like you said, but there was no rapist to take me to bed,” the despondent woman said.

The victim looked towards the horizons, realizing that that man’s meat wasn’t this woman’s poison!

What morale can be learned from this message? It’s the new age as female sexuality goes on the rampage. She’s ‘every woman’ according to the song, and that’s what she wants to show a man. Ever since the missionary position switched hands, it is sex on demand like her wish is his command. Many girls say they can’t understand men, how they function at the opposite end. One minute they love sex like food, and the next second they are up to no good. But if a woman stops to look back, she could somewhat retrace her tracks. In the past, the man used to last because she didn’t seek to cross his path. He was the one chasing while she controlled the waiting. He didn’t know what was on her mind and so he decided to wine and dine. She made him feel like he was the best, and that increased his sexual zest. Like the she-goat, she guarded her vent, and his manhood refused then to relent.

In one West Indian country, sex was not such an effrontery. If a girl gave a guy the green light that she’d meet him at home one night, sex was believed to be about to ignite. That was what happened to one particular boy, who thought there was a lot he was going to enjoy. At eighteen years, he had little cares about what to expect from some girls who dare. At nine when it was approaching the time, he took a tablet to get himself primed. His erection began as the young man meditated on his plan. “I’ll give her it good,” he thought, but never about a broken heart. At nine thirty, he should hear a rap, and he would open the door and that was that.

The hour went by and the big boy started to sigh. His raging hard-on was more than he could stand. In those days, cell phones were never in the craze, and so he sat there just gazing in a daze. There was no contact as he lay on his back, wondering what got the better of him in the sac. He tried using his hands, when she didn’t show up as planned. But even if she did, who told him she would’ve lived up to his cheeky bid? Women were known to string men along, and in her case, if he’d thought so, he wouldn’t have been wrong. In cutting a long story short, he had to use his last resort. A hospital bed was reserved to put his erection in reverse. Nurses tried all that they could to calm down this guy’s throbbing manhood. But as it stood, the doctor had to cut the wood. All that blood had to go, but that was the end of his muscly show.

Perhaps, that wouldn’t have happened in these times, since men are more into other grimes. If a woman says come, they are the ones to want to run. Nowadays, guys forget that they even have a date, and the girl is the one who’s watching the gate. In former days, the man was kept in suspense, not knowing if she would get down off the fence. As the time approached a deadline, he’d keep checking his watch, counting his chickens before they were hatched. That would send blood rushing down below, and by not turning up, she would have dealt him a blow. The table is now turned, and it’s not easy to discern who is who in this sex engagement pattern.

There are a few guys who really don’t watch the noise. They will sex from dust till dawn no matter what the storm, because these are just not the norm. They are players and they have many layers. Girls, who are just looking for a nice time, don’t have to heed this stop sign. But those looking to settle down cannot take these men going to town. Good men are scarce to find; they’re not there a dozen a dime. These fine-wine guys are also out there looking to see what the right women are forever cooking. They are more like the lion checking out his pride. If he sees some nonsense on the other side, he laps his tail and takes some long strides. But at least, animals like these are doing it to yield increase. Procreation seems more important to them than motives in other realms.

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Chapter Six . . .

Trust Issues

A woman will never truly trust a man because they are both working with ulterior plans. If he is being nice to her, she is left to wonder where danger lurks. While their heads are on the pillow, he’s there thinking she might possess black widow libido. They need each other for sex but they are always on the verge of getting vexed. After sex, she wants him to stick around but he’s just haunted to get up and run. And should he linger in the house, they watch each other like cat and mouse. The two genders have so many bad experiences and tirades that living together is like coexisting in The Everglades. He will never treat her with respect and the duel is never over yet. She can never understand a man because she’s always thinking with a high hand.

Men have done their fair share of the dirty work to create this gender contender, but so too have the women who render evil for evil in this hidden agenda intender. Taking things a step further, when a man and a woman decide to settle, she is there thinking like the kettle, “He must be a cheater like all the other deceivers”. In the same vein, he raises his mane saying, “Am I to open my eyes wider with this black widow spider?” It’s like she wants him as long as she has sexual urges, but as soon as sex is over, her killer instinct emerges. That is the black widow libido operating incognito. Gender differences are so tumultuous that it is imperceptible, with all the emotional baggage, how a pair expects to survive without some kind of stimulus package: http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/looking-like-a-man-treat-me-like-a-woman/10634243.