crumpets -> RE: Oral Sex (Calling Ron!!) (9/21/2015 6:58:41 PM)
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ORIGINAL: Greta75 When men insults another men, they just punch each other, get over it, then are buddies again. They got a different way of dealing with each other. Whereas, when a female give feedback about their manly lackings, they can't react in a physical violence way, so they become verbally abusive towards you. You have a good point, which is that an actual INSULT was intended (and perceived). My prior post was about how men call other men who are fat, "fatso", and they call men with little dicks "pencil dick", and they call men who can't handle manly duties "wussies", etc., and where the statement was basically true. That is, if a guy has a five-inch dick, and another guy has a ten-inch dick, it's OK among men that the one calls the other a pencil dick. It's how we communicate the obvious. If one guy benches twice what the other guy can handle, one calls the other a wussy (which, again, is perceived just as it's stated). Men often communicate rather directly this way. Of course, since nobody is perfect, the "wuss" in this situation might notice that the heavy-duty lifter is the one with that five-inch pencil dick, so, the banter evens out at some point in the verbal sparring. However, what YOU just brought up are the actual INSULTS which are MEANT to be insults, and which are not meant to be perceived lightly. OK. This is a different story. Mostly, when I got called a wop in school, there was Hell to pay if I thought it was an insult (do I seem like the shy type?). Almost always, that meant we both got in trouble, but, then there were weapons such as rocks and ways to slice bicycle tires, and other ways of getting even (in my childhood was when I learned that the best revenge was to be served stone cold, while I am only recently learning that the best revenge is actually living well). Yes. I agree. When men truly insult men, there is generally a flurry of Hell to pay, and, then, it's all (almost) forgotten. It's a pretty quick flareup, which starts with standing your ground in a threatening non-retreating way, and always escalates to a flurry of the f-word as an adjective, noun, and verb, and maybe even a gerund, if we need to make the point. Once the f words start flying, the flags are up, and everyone KNOWS a battle is about to ensue. If the weaker guy suddenly realizes his peril and begins the process of backing off, in general, the f-word flurry served its intended purpose, and the fight is avoided. But, if it comes to fists, it comes to fists (and bats and rocks and other things - but - as a kid - we never used knives or guns - although I'm sure many did and still do). After one loses soundly, you can be friends again (or not), but the issue is solved for the most part. quote:
ORIGINAL: Greta75 And many of us women, choose not to deal with that outcome. Better to be motherly and treat him like a little boy. Anyway, men with no fragile egos, will not even brag they are good, infact, they would be checking all the way, if this works, or that works. Those we can give constructive feedback with no issues. It's when they brag about how good they are, and when they suck, it's sticky, I prefer not to deal with the drama of telling them they suck. I never said men don't have egos. I just said we men, in general, can handle the truth. We get the truth all the time. Figuratively, if I ride up to a biker and he nods assent and we race to the next light, one of us wins and the other loses. The truth is the truth. We get hit hard with the truth all the time. The quarterback throws the tight end the football, and the tight end drops it in the endzone, and, well, he gets called many things - and he knows he is all those things. We get hit with the truth of our failings every single day, every single moment, with every single thing we do with men. We either get that sale, or we don't. We either win the salesman of the year award, or someone else wins it. We either land that contract or we don't. We either win that race or we don't. We either get the beautiful blond, or we don't. We either buy the big house on the hill, or we don't. And on and on and on and on and on. I was just saying that if a lady tells us the truth while we're in bed, we can handle it. We're not fragile at all.
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