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Giving off wave after wave of irredeemable asshole energy that acts as both a pussy and cock magnet wherever he goes.
Toxic masculinity energy. Reducing people to their genitals, even in a throwaway comment like this, is rare in mm.
I’ve hidden away the kind of revelation about myself that leaves me feeling as fluttery and nervous as a naive schoolgirl about to go to her first prom.
Unnecessarily gendered. Guys don’t get nervous before prom?
“C’mon man, you’ve gotta get back in the saddle. It’s been ages since that disaster with the crazy pregnant bimbo.
...
The girl I’d been messing around with at the time blew her stupid pink bubble of gum, popped it with a loud smack, and showed me a crumpled ultrasound she’d shoved down her bra.
He got it easy, but he was just too much of a weak little bitch to see that.
Yet another example of an mmc comparing what they perceive as weak behaviour to a woman.
Jamie? Jenny? Fuck. Who cares, it doesn’t even matter.
Yeah, who cares, its just a woman RIGHT?!
I’d rather gnaw my own arm off than get tied up with a girl harboring a crush on that fucking princess.
Again
Bloody Tessa. That woman is up to her usual shit again.
That woman is up her usual shit huh
“Sup, pretty boy. You put your best lipstick on for today, or what?” Hayes calls out.
Oh look, another sexist male character
Probably with his panties in a wad about something.”
“You’re looking a little fried under the collar there, snowflake. Sure you don’t need to run on home? Let the big boys handle things here today.”
Toxic masculinity
My mind’s eye fills with sensual, illicit images and flashes. Glimpses of the veins popping on the back of his hands as they pin hers to the bed. Snapshots of his lips and stubbled beard grazing her exposed throat. His hips thrusting, pumping, rolling against her body. My chest tightens, and I’m struck down, voiceless, like always seems to happen around him.
MM, but don't forget the gratuitous, unwarranted MF sex scene…
yet he’s out there batting his eyelashes at your woman
Women are property to be owned
Too much work isn’t an issue, but I clearly need to break the drought—pussy or cock, doesn’t worry me.
So not just an isolated incident of reducing people to their genitals...
“God, you’re a drama queen.”
Yeah, this is a common phrase, but still unnecessarily gendered. Can just say someone is being dramatic. Being dramatic isnt exclusive to women.
She scoffs at me on hearing the nickname that I’m sure has been tossed her way thousands of times, in thousands of different variations. Who cares? I’m not really into this, but I suppose it could just be a meaningless hookup.
Who cares what her name is? Shes just a woman
Fuck it. Drawing a scowl out of him shouldn’t feel this satisfying, but it does. When I walk into the bar with my palm guiding her by the small of her back, the whole way, I feel it.
Leading on and using a woman to make mmc jealous. Nice.
“Aw, little rodeo princess.
“Toughen up, snowflake. Stop being a little bitch.”
Go throw yourself at some hot little cunt
You mean...a woman?
And if I even try to think about sex—the kind that involves a warm, silky wet cunt—it’s
This has an alarming amount of references to women's genitalia for an mm.
“Hiiiiii.” A loud, tipsy voice slides between us. We’re overrun by a group of girls sporting crooked halos and fluffy wings, all in various stages of undress—or maybe that’s the entire point of their translucent-white costumes—and long eyelashes framed by a thick caking of glitter bat my way. The majority of her friends crowd the bar, giggling while I hear one trying to get the attention of a little piggie I’d like to fuck as she presses her tits together. On the other side of the girl swaying in front of me is a matching outfit of minuscule proportions belonging to a girl who is her clone.
Uh oh, not the gaggle of trashy WOMEN to ruin everything
It’ll serve him right to get a little wake-up call in the form of a trashy buckle bunny,
Personhood for women flies out the window
Not that I’m judging any of them for what they wear.
Sure you're not judging, you only just called them trashy buckle bunnies and judged their appearances and clothes like two paragraphs above.
