pepe le pew
VIP Member
I’m a woman. Been one for sixty years. Been pregnant gave birth have children. Went through puberty as a woman. Menstruated for decades before menopause hit. I was born and raised during a time where in the home it was me abd never my brothers who did housework. Made tea. Done laundry. Cooked and cleaned. My brothers never raised a finger. Why not? Well in our home a man didn’t do that. My parents critical influenced my make up hair and clothing choices. My brothers could stay out all night. I had to be home by ten. When I got a university place my dad was angry because according to him I had a good job at the airport on minimum wage clearing tables for twelve hours a day. All of my family all of them both sides had the same view. God forbid you had sex outside married life that was a punishment. Kids raised as children by parents hiding the fact their daughter had had the kid. Make bosses all male they said in the 1950,s. And we had to put up with these petty tyrants. Promotion was never for us. What is a woman? It’s a lifetime of experience. From the moment you are born and the midwife says “It’s a girl” and everyone in the room is disappointed it’s not a son. A daughter is an expense, a burden, in some cultures a curse that may be murdered or have her genitals mutilated because of religion. Or her breasts bound down or her feet bound to keep them small. What isn’t a woman, I’ll tell you . it isn’t is an Instagram filtered photo of a heightened exaggeration of a sexually provocative body. A body altered by surgery hormones and filler. Sewn in hair, lip filler and Botox. The pose is asking for a sexual encounter, the inference is that all women are like this, wanting sex all the time and tempting men with their feminine guile. When the facts are all we really want is to be loved and wanted and appreciated for our contribution to our families life. And most of the time we don’t get that