Know what I hate? No, fuck­ing hate.

I fuck­ing hate it when a girl reduces me, or any guy, for that mat­ter, to a sex. When some PETTY-MINDED FUCK gen­er­al­izes some­one as belong­ing to the group of “males” because of a few char­ac­ter­is­tics shared with the stereo­type. Or brushes off any traits she sees as unpleas­ant as sim­ply being the fault of hav­ing both an X and a Y chromosome.

What the fuck. I don’t place the blame on ‘being female’ when a girl hap­pens to be late get­ting ready to go out. Or when a girl ends up in the mid­dle of a geek talk, I don’t con­de­scend to her and say, “You wouldn’t be inter­ested cause you’re a girl”. I under­stand that girls can be geeky, or pruri­ent, or cere­bral, the same way that guys can be inter­ested in ball­room danc­ing, or chaste, or emotional.

I don’t do guys nights or any shit like that cause I choose not to judge. I don’t auto­mat­i­cally assume that a girl wouldn’t under­stand what hap­pens when the guys are together. I’ve had girls at my LAN par­ties, I know girls who go to strip clubs. And I choose not to act or do any­thing dif­fer­ently if my girl­friend isn’t around, cause I have noth­ing to hide. I don’t want to be fake with either her or my friends.

Not every male is a slave to some­one with breasts. Beer com­mer­cials are not an accu­rate rep­re­sen­ta­tion of the entire male population.

FUCK. God.