Posted at Feministing:
One of my greatest aspirations is to open up a “stud farm”. Mainly because, as far as I have seen, women have so much trouble actually getting what they want, sexually. Would it be a greater cause to create a society where all women could let their male lovers in on their actual desires without remorse? Ah… the impossible dream.
Posted by: ikkin | January 30, 2007 08:35 PM
Uh . . . just who’s supposed to be preventing you?
What the hell??? What keeps them from getting what they want sexually????
Good grief.
I’m beginning to suspect that the real problem with some of these gals is that they have names like “ikkin” and “Samhita.”
But so long as we’re on the topic of great aspirations, I’d like to clear out all of feministing and replace it with the Duke women’s lacrosse team.
Because at least when they let you in on “their actual desires,” it doesn’t involve your being pilloried in public for a rape you didn’t commit.
Affordable gear .
Read some of that site, and tell me how many men you know could put up with them?
The Duke girls’ lacrosse team would be a good start. I am still at one with Clive James, who never recovered from watching the Japanese netball team at the Olympics.
I think I just figured out what they meant. And this will sound mean. It isn’t that they can’t get what they want sexually, it’s that they can’t get WHO they want sexually.
You think this fantasy stud farm is stocked with “regular” guys??? Uhh..no. It’s all the pretty boys they couldn’t get in high school and college.
Jeff,
That’s why they hate you so…you’re the pretty boy they couldn’t have.
The name thing made me laugh.
Guys at a stud farm presumably haven’t been emasculated yet, either Sparkle.
I think they’ve gotten what they thought they wanted but have discovered it isn’t worth it.
Excuse Me!</ Sex is not an adventure, it is about what <i>I want! Here is my fantasy, lackey! You are here to use your unit to please me ! And don’t forget your rubber suit, Mr Penis.
For a woman like this, I would put an M-80 in my glans penis, and light it just before I entered her.. This is not about fun! This is about who she thinks I should be. And I’m not even allowed to see the script! Be-atch!
No wonder I don’t care if I ever get laid again. All the women who I would be interested in are either 20 years old, or my age, and as cynical as i am. It’s nice to “do it” with someone you like, but I don’t like anyone anymore – except for any bar owner who will give me a tab.
But that’s a different universe than porking.
B Moe
Did you mean “put up with them” or “get it up for them”?
My vote would be for doubting the latter.
I’ve gotta say – I feel sorry for all the “-ists” who are missing out on their real lives. I guess I was lucky to deal with my anger about my life when I was twenty one. It was a tough deal but a lucky one.
I can still get angry, but it is more like a wave that washes through me than a hot poker up my ass for years and years.
I have to admit, though, that I am pretty happy with being a sort of yellowish-grey person. That means I don’t have to fill out the “race” crap on the census form. I am not listed.
Rightwingsparkle,
Jeff, the “pretty boy”, oh my goodness, I’m laughing so hard my cheeks hurt. Not those cheeks.
Lost Dog,
Are things really that hopeless? Not all women are like the silly women at Feministing.
Getting laid must be a real problem for these girls–it’s hard to have sex when you’re afraid of getting f’d.
Geez, Melissa. You make me sound a bit like the freakin’ Elephant Man.
Exactly what I was thinking. These poor girls aren’t being exposed to men. They’ve met many males, but very few men in their lives.
Shouldn’t that be “close up?”
Because we have one of these sex farms already, called “the world,” and it’s open, and there’s dudes all over it–all the dudes, in fact–so why confine your options to however many you can squeeze into a sex-labor camp?
Of course, if “what [I] want, sexually” requires a sadistic ritual of group confinement and Darwin-parodic slave-auction selection as foreplay, the world is much too big for you, so…
RAPE CAMP!
(I’ve always regarded feminist rape-as-power-play rhetoric as derivative of female rape fantasies, not actual male-on-female rape, which, according to the only experts on the subject–rapists–is a crime of opportunity and/or desperation. I appreciate this additional evidence that I’m not totally wrong.)
B Moe –
I am actually pretty light hearted, but at the moment I want to kill – well, kinda..
Read my comment on the post about guys who are not the real fathers having to pay for the kid anyway (I don’t remember the lead, but I am afraid if I look for it, I might have to type this whole thing again).
I have actually had an amazing life, but at this moment, things are not going well for me. I have faith, though, and believe we get what we need. The difference between Conservatives and Liberals is that the Cons learn from bummers, and the Libs hate any lesson that can be learned from hard times. There should never be any bummers in a lefty’s life, and the government should make absolutely sure of that!
The Libs can’t believe there is a God because they have no conception of “free will”. God is supposed to kiss their butts, and if he doesn’t, than he must not exist.
Silly, huh? And to think, I used to believe just that.
Sorry. Didn’t mean to go that far out, but I do believe that what is going on with me right now will only be another lesson, somewhere down the road. My faith is untouchable, and I am not a Bible thumper. In fact, I just can’t deal with the Bible. I’ve tried to read it about six times, and never gotten past page ten.
B-o-o-o-o-o-ring!
And I do think I am pretty good … well, you know how (or is it “where”?). Just gotta be into it. That’s not where I am at the moment, but I believe that fun is not too far around the corner again. I mean, what the fuck, I am a musician (and selling my CD’s pretty cheap to pay the 50 going on 12 year old who is my almost ex-wife). It’s the kid that bums me out.
In two weeks, I will probably have my sense of humor back, instead of sounding like Pat Robertson.
Oh well. We get what we get, and we do what we need to…
All well and good, except that I am out of White Castle cheeseburgers. AAAARRRGH!!!
Don’t make more of this that it warrants.
She obviously is a dominatrix type, and “stud farm” is all about the saddles, spurs, halters, and the riding crop.
Especially the riding crop.
Now that it’s OK to be gay, and not feel remorse, she wants her little fantasy to be mainstream too.
At least that’s my tongue-in-cheek take.
Reverse the sexes, and you have what? The Playboy Mansion. These women are just plain stupid if they can’t get any. Or wait! Could it just be that they can’t get past the thing many men do when they’re being too picky in their search for a sex partner? Could they be unwilling to (gasp!) compromise? Heaven forbid! It’s as if these women have some bizarre cultural expectation of masculine perfection!
I better research this extensively to find out how it’s all their fathers’ faults.
No problem. One of the few mistakes I have avoided in my life is having kids with any of my failed relationships, I can’t imagine what you guys are going through.
They want a man who is pretty enough to be with other men but who wants to be with them.
Y’know, guys like that ‘Retardo Montalbon’ fellow that was posted on here a while back.
Chicks love guys like that.
For a while….
Already done. Two words: Las Vegas.
Cheer up, Lost Dog, there’s always someone worse off than yourself.
You could be a Muslim.
Winston Churchill suffered ‘Black Dog’ depressions when he was convinced that he was a total waste and a failure. In fact he is generally accepted as the greatest Englishman (OK, half American) who ever lived. So hang in and I’m sure it will be well.
C’mon guys, obviously the lady is referring to the over whelming guilt she feels for wanting it in the nastiest ways possible. She’s looking for a guilt free alternative.
You can’t tell anyone close that you want IT while strapped to the roof of the car because some day, you may not want IT while strapped to the roof of the car.
Information Technology can barely keep the mail servers running here. IT won’t help you if you’re strapped to the roof of a car.
Look, my old pappy always said never, EVER judge another person by their sexual predilections as odds are good yours are weirder.
He was right, I should say.
Lacking any means of detecting how the comment was meant, I ain’t hanging on it for too long.
She really shouldn’t, however, be afraid of telling dudes her predilections, if I’m reading her latter sentence right. I mean, hell, with the advent of the internets, she should be able to find someone with similar tastes.
Am I mistaken, or is ikkin sexually objectifying an entire gender? Isn’t that supposed to be a bad thing?
She could always go Nevada and start her own business. I suspect the economics of it are poor, though—there’d have to be a lot of staff to make up for the inevitable, and likely you’d have to have them working every other day to match the volume the customers will demand.
Melissa!
I may not know much, but I know pretty.
And that’s exactly the point, B Moe. They make their men into geldings and then whine that they aren’t stallions any longer. They want everything without giving anything in return. And then they are shocked to learn that anything that qualifies as an actual man won’t put up with that nonsense.
Ms. “ikken” and her comrades can have their “stud farm,” but only if they are willing to forgo the concept of “objectification of women,” since Ms. “ikken’s” “stud farm” is nothing more than the “objectification of men.” Hence, no more complaining about trade show “booth babes” or sexy women used to advertise products and services. No more whinging when the boyfriend trades her in for a younger, sexier model with bigger boobs. No more moaning about prostitutes, porn, supermodels or other “unrealistic” portrayals of women. If men may be valued soley for their ability to provide sexual gratification, then so may women.
Of course, given the track record of the Feministes, I expect Ms. “ikken” and her clan to keep whinging about all of the above while continuing to hypocritically slaver over slabs of well-hung man-beef, neither consistency nor logic being a strong point among the feminist set.
I’m willing to loan them my stud finder, if that’ll help.
jon comes close with this:
But how does a PW thread get this far without:
…BECAUSE OF THE HYPOCRISY!!!
Could it be that she looks like my ass? I don’t know. She may actually be a very attractive woman, but it has been my experience that most hard core feminists are in a word: Fugly. Maybe she should just knock down her expectations and find a male counterpart who would be willing to give her all the bukakke she can take. Just sayin…
I’ve never met a hardcore “feminist” who wasn’t portly, pasty and ill tempered. The rage against “discrimination” is generally rage that no man wants her “how she is”.
My suggestion is usually put down your anger AND the twinkie and see what happens.
Methinks ikkin is cranky because that horse farm up in Washington state changed all their locks.
How about the fact that any male they let within 50 feet of them has to be castrated and have his testosterone removed? Although Matt’s explination is pretty good as well. What real man wants to be around a bunch of men-hating harpies?
Jeez, guys, go read the whole thing before descending upon the hapless commenter Dan so aptly quoted. The post is about Japanese male escort services, with innuendos that the females are actually being sexually serviced by their escorts, despite denials to the contrary.
And I think the poor commenter “ikkin” may have experienced the heartbreak and remorse of unrequited openness with a former lover. There is a letdown and loss of intimacy experienced after letting your partner know just what you want, and how you want it, and finding out that the partner not only ain’t gonna deliver, but finds the requested actions repulsive. Ikkin has my sympathy for her (likely) unrequited requests.
Just read some of the old ‘dillo posts from when Jeff was gone if you don’t understand what this means. Or think of how you’d feel if your partner started giggling uncontrollably, or retching spasmodically, when you asked for a special treat….
Austin Mike, you wound me.
I wound you? Around what?
Not a homophone, not a homonym – what are these words that are spelled alike but pronounced differently and have different meanings? Like lead and lead, bow and bow? Goodness, it has been quite a while since I learned to read by listening to those phonics 45s.
“That’s how we live on Antonym Island,” as the song was sung….
>What the hell??? What keeps them from
>getting what they want sexually????
The almost universal female pathological aversion to communicating about matters intimate that they always project onto men. What they need is a school for learning to pronounce really difficult phrases like “lick this” and “slow, but hard”.