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The Sadism Of Men, And How Women Can Preserve Their Lives By Telling Themselves The Truth
“What other male species in nature harms and kills their own women for sport?”
It’s a jungle out there
Disorder and confusion everywhere
No one seems to care
Well I do
Hey, who’s in charge here?
Theme Song, Monk
This morning after my shower I began to think about one of my guy friends whom I love and cherish dearly, since his birthday is soon approaching. We met at a nightclub in Harlem eight years ago, and we have been close ever since.
When I first saw him dancing in that small, crowded lounge I was intrigued by his dance moves, but I also noticed how adamant he was about protecting women. Whenever entitled, tipsy men insisted on grabbing random ladies to dance with them, he and his cousin would always step in to humiliate these creeps and tell them to back off.
So when we danced together and touched bodies for the first time, followed by sharing an Uber after the club, I felt very safe around him. The following week I even hung out at his house to watch movies.
He is one of the few upstanding men on earth whose character truly is golden.
