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Men & Feminism
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Men & Feminism Men get confused sometimes, and this related to an occasion when I did. Just this week I was accused of being sexist, a woman made a formal complaint about me with regard to two separate incidents, the first is I held doors open for her when she was carrying a “Banker’s Box” and the second was that I stood when she entered a meeting room to join us. She said “That my actions were designed to undermine her professional status and that I was deliberately trying to show a power over her” Plainly, I would have held the door open for anyone male or female who was carrying items, and I was brought up to stand when a lady entered a room, or joined one at a Restaurant table for example. However, the accusations reminded me of an event many years ago when I was confused by Feminism\Sexism.. In 1991, I worked at Robert Fleming & Co, Merchant Bank at 25 Copthall Avenue in London. There was a woman working there who liaised between the Company and us, we were sub-contractors looking after the building, she was a honest, forthright individual, very ambitious, and certainly very fair and this might sound sexist, very beautiful. Being the same age 25 at the time, we got along. She expressed very feminist views, she made it clear she did not need a Man to make her happy, she was an assertive individual. After working together for about three months, she asked why I never asked her out. I explained that she seemed not to be interested, and she called me a “Total Arsehole” that why could I not ask her out as a mate, like a would a bloke, as a friend, she went on to say “You don’t expect to get in the knickers of a bloke you work with, but you still go out with them” I agreed, and asked her out to which she said “Yes” but the first night ended badly when I said “Why had she not said something earlier if that’s how she felt” about going out as mates. Anyway, we preserved, and it became a regular thing, each Tuesday and Friday evening when we worked till 19:30hrs, we would go out afterwards. Literally six weeks later, after we had spoke at length about so many things, she enquired what I had not made any advances towards her. Again, I was on the back foot, and I said because of her views, position and out of respect for her, she then made it clear she was sick of me treating her as if she is a Nun. Anyway, when we got back to her flat that evening she stripped her outer clothes to reveal a very lovely black matching lingerie set, Basque, suspenders and stocking, and noticeably no knickers she was standing there, hand out towards me, as I spoke, she placed a finger on my lips, started to unbutton my shirt, and kiss my chest as she undid my belt and trousers, she said “make me yours, pin me down, fuck me, make me please you, tell me what you want, I have a vibrator in my drawer, fuck me.” I knelt to lick her trimmed pussy, but she said “No, I want to be screwed or want to be pleasing you” We were together for about a year in public, she always played it tough, people knew we were together but there was no kissing, no holding hands, but in private she was the most submissive person I have ever met, even to this day. |
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