Amen sis u dodged a bullet there
Damn that's some toxic ass guy sis. Thank ghad you ghosted him. Guys like tgat sre deserving of such
Amen all the way! One man tried to kiss me once, out of the blue. I just broke his nose.
Seriously thought, how but HOW can be described Uke so weak ? I mean, uke is meant to be a representation of women... Well, if it's the case... we're real people too not just something who would blush every time somebody hold our hand. Seriously. Fuck that.
NOBODY IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD BEHAVE LIKE THAT, FOR FUCK SAKE
Amen!
And damn right, break his nose! Women are people too!
Seriously... ! And the trope of "You lead men on by being so attentive to their well being". Ahah, I kill for less than that.
How can mangaka thinks that's how we behave in real life? I just read a Shojo where the girl is always hit on and saved by the ML. I mean. WHO WILL BEHAVE LIKE THAT
Ahhh, that piss me off... That piss me off so much. Are we so retarded in their eyes? In real life, a man who try to teach me something by sexually aggressing me would just see my knee fly in his balls. He would still be lucky if he could reproduce at all after that.
Seriously thought: Hey, if you're a writer, just write females characters as persons not just as a sex. Seriously.
Bro, I nearly had a stroke when I read “You lead men on by being so attentive to their wellbeing.” Because honestly??? It really be like that in mangas and real life. Like dude, the number of guys who thought that I was into them or heading to a romantic relationship just because I’m being nice is too damn high! Or guys pushing their well-being onto me in hopes my “motherly instincts” are triggered. I can not!!!
I had a friend who had a guy tell her, “you’re the only girl who cares about me and ask me questions.” She just replied back with, “That’s pretty pathetic.” Then ghosted him LOL
But serious, it’s like these writers think women are only mothers and/or wives. Virgins or whores. There’s no in between!
I KNOW, RIGHT?!
Once, a man tried to seduce me by kissing me by surprise, proceeded by saying that my boyfriend at the time was a weakling because he didn't break up with me as I "cheated on him" and delivered the final blow by "but it's your fault, you smile too much".
...
I punched him so hard in the teeth, he just stayed put on the ground for twenty minutes. And I can assure you, I was smiling when I told him how much of a piece of trash he was. The worse part: He tried to kiss me again, after ALL THAT. Does this kind of man have any self-awareness at all? Oh boy, I was about to lose my shit.
Men writer don't know how to write a female character. It is just facts. They're going to be so much focused on the fact they are women, they are just pouring their stupid and sexist ideas of how women behave. I mean, I read a book where the main character, a woman, started describing herself by the SIZE OF HER BOOBS. It was so cringe, the author made one page worth of "Oh, my boobs are too big, I wanted them to be the size of a lemon". A LEMON.
WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND IS GOING TO TALK ABOUT BOOBS TO DESCRIBE THEMSELVES.
They just don't know how to write a woman. I mean even Stephen King doesn't know. (Well, this man is a filthy pig, after all. He wrote about a orgy featuring 13 years old kids and obviously started by the only girl in the group. In the sewers. Yeah.) I never read a good female character written by a male. Not even once.
If I knew someone like the older brother who just tells me “Doesn’t that means he loves you if he wants to have sex with you?” After complaining about a guy trying to have sex with me despite having no compatibility, I’d delete them from my life. I don’t need that braindead energy in my life.
The seme reminds me of a guy who was trying to “court me”. Day one, said he loved me. I played along since it’s so fucking wild. Day two, I tried talking to him about literally anything but he couldn’t even hold a conversation without trying to feel me up. Me: “So what is your thought about the political climate?” Him: “Orange. Anyways, what’s your breast size.” Day Three, meet his mom and then taken up to his room. All he talked about was his love life and sex while I’m trying to talk about the Mandela Effect. He gave me a sweater to show I was “his girl” but OOPS that was a jacket an ex gave him . I “broke up” with him and ghosted his ass.
Anyways, it was a surreal experience that makes me still wonder how people fall for this crap. Listen to me: the guy who can’t even hold a conversation and can only say sweet words to coax you into bed ain’t it chief. Just don’t do it. Find a person who wants to listen to you talk about anarchism all night and not a person trying to get into your pants all night. Can I get an amen sis?