I should start by apologizing for my hiatus in posting (welcome back?) . I was trying to find the right way to approach this topic; trying to be pleasing to the virgin eyes etc. After all the thought though, there really was no other way to talk about it.

In the midst of a drought, any water is still water. Black, brown, blue or clear, water is still water. This has to be the personal/universal motto of men everywhere, as regards to women and sex. There can be no other reason than men being on an eternal drought that could explain the total absence of self-discipline and for that matter respect, when dealing with women and sex. To get to the point, how do we (I still have to stick with the men) explain having sex with women that we are not even mildly attracted to, or even like?

I have heard men talking in disgust as to how some women walk around with their heads in the clouds when they’re not even “all that”, and really couldn’t help but feel it was our fault. For every inflated ego, and false-impression, there is a man somewhere in that engine room. Don’t get me wrong, not every inflated ego or whatever choice phrase is as a result of some ‘loose’ man. The cliché, "one man’s trash is another man’s treasure", really does hold true in some circumstances, but this doesn’t change what I’m addressing. The man who doesn’t like, didn’t notice, and didn’t even care about a woman until sex was on the line is who this is about. Apparently this man is ubiquitous and never dying; he’s sometimes the reason behind so many single mothers, he’s the reason behind so many heartaches, he’s real and he’s in the majority. He’s the “worseman” as we call him in Trinidad (translation: 'ho', no morals, no nothing), and he might be every man you ever met.

If there ever was to be such a thing, I would be a “masculinist”. I try and try to do away with all the clichés about men, but this guy is un-protectable. The answer no, becomes a question for most men. That is, it’s almost as if we say “No?” to an offer of sex, regardless of shape, size, clean or dirty, etc etc. I for one really don’t know why. Countless times during my college years I heard stories of who’s doing what with who, and as much as we shouldn’t judge, I still would be shocked; “WITH WHO?? There has to be a line, and it has to be a fat one; one that cannot be ‘liquid-papered’ or erased with any amount of alcohol .




At some point the bridge between self respect and having a “good time” needs to be shortened, or non-existent, simply put, have a good time, but we need to keep our dignity. If the things we do as fun are so embarrassing that it’s the world’s best kept secret, then why do it really? I used to be a complainer as to why some women walk around with a big head, but that’s over now. It is our fault, and it’s a battle we’re destined to lose as long as that man lives. Until “No?” becomes “No”, men will always be ‘ho's’, dogs, and pigs.

On behalf of all "not-so-worse" men (optimistically 20% of the world) everywhere I can only say I’m sorry. I don’t know how he sleeps with himself, then again he is a “worseman”, and I don’t know when turning down sex became a sin for all men. Maybe I need to experience this thirst-inducing drought, and shed more light? The answer is NO; not “No?”, but No. I need my 8 hours, with a clear conscience.







credit to: http://rosettasister.wordpress.com/ for the pics