And woman came out of man. Their very existence is based on taking things from wen. Our ribs, then they move onto wallets, our happiness, our livelihood, they even take our masculinity and our sons masculinity by undermining us every step of the way, circumcision, shit tests, complaining about friends, wanting to keep up with the Jones', I'm thankful we have something to put our weiner in, but sometimes I wish I could just be a big burly spartan homo and be attracted to other big strong homos. I wish I could remember but there was a Greek letter referring to how much better the glistening thighs of a boy is than the stinking gaping maw between a woman's legs. I guess it's referring to interfemoral sex. I just haven't been able to make myself choose to be gay yet though. Part of the fun is it dominating or hurting the girl. That just wouldn't work with a guy the same way. I think I like the dominance factor more than the actual orgasm anyway. It's like you're conquering someone and putting a lesser being in their place. If women knew even half the shit guys think of them during sex there would only be lesbians.