Can anyone think of another term for OM? Maggot is okay, but maggots do serve some purpose in nature.
And again, it's all about them. Not you.
Word brother. Fucking Word.
I’m 63 years old, my eyes were opened a long time ago and they’ve been wide open ever since. FWW and I both messed up, but we made it right to each other. We’re still married, still in love, still look up to and respect each other, and will celebrate our 40th anniversary soon. There was a long time when it didn’t look like that was the likely outcome, but we are both survivors.
After all that, here’s what I think now. It might be backwards from what we were taught.
First, I believe marriage and monogamy is an institution that was built to serve men. I’m dedicated to it, and I see a lot of guys here in BMenz that are too. And when our M gets broken, we don’t just toss it in the trash like a used condom, we try like Hell to fix it. Sometimes, to a fault.
Second, women play along, but they don’t have the same attachment to it that we do. I could write a book on all the reasons, but here’s the one that’s stuck with me the whole time. They KNOW who the mother of their children is, but the best we can do is BELIEVE we are the father. That’s primal.
Third, this whole “Man bad, woman good” line is just bullshit. We are all sinners, we are all broken, and the only reason women have historically had lower rates of infidelity was lack of opportunity. Now that we all go to work every day (aka “The land of opportunity”), infidelity rates are converging. It sucks.
And last, there are too many POSERS (including POS Eleanor Rigby’s) out there who are happy enough to live on the crumbs that fall from somebody else’s table. Hey, I don’t want to share my spouse, how can people make a lifestyle out of that?
[This message edited by MoreWould at 2:07 PM, August 7th (Wednesday)]
A couple of good posts by Authenticnow and Tesseract in that thread that are worth reading.
They KNOW who the mother of their children is, but the best we can do is BELIEVE we are the father. That’s primal.
It would be nice to KNOW, for sure, I'm not sure I really believe.
I feel a DNA test should be done on every child born, but it would put Maury outta work.
So I started yet another XCOM: EU game on Classic Ironman, and since I already used naming conventions for Sci-fi authors, iconic childrens TV characters, Judas Priest songs and porn stars, I needed a new theme. Since I had to drink one of my last homebrews (THE BOTTLE FELL OUT OF THE FRIDGE AND WAS FOUNTAINING I NEEDED TO SAVE IT it was damn good too, even g_r appreciated it) and it was out of a reused Arrogant Bastard Ale bottle... so yeah that's where this is going. No, not beer.
So a few missions in I finally have a few guys decent enough to risk naming. Also I had to dump tons of cash into hiring soldiers because the game kept giving me female recruits. WTF. Anyway, so Raven-2 takes out a medium sized UFO over Canada (yes yes) and so in go WAL (sniper), Tred (Assault) and Bigger (heavy) with a couple of hopeful rookies.
First move I have WAL dash into solid cover thinking "nice, sniper is all lined up to FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF" and he triggers enemy discovery. Two floaters, these fuckers are super mobile little assholes, and WAL is out of moves. I decide to consign brother WAL to his death at the hands of aliens named after mechanical turds (There are Heavy Floaters later in the game) and try to figure out wtf to do next.
Tred is right there! I know, I have a beer, and he has Run & Gun active! So Tred rushes his ass right across the field, thankfully triggering nothing else, rams his combat shotgun into one of those fuckers maws and blows its head off. 100% to hit and crit is an unavoidable crack candy, you cannot NOT take that kind of shot. Unfortunately that means both Tred and WAL are both still flanked.
Bigger, being, well, Bigger, calmly ducks behind a log, opens up with the squad LMG and pins the other thing down with holo-targeting, which gives a HUD-assisted bonus to hit for the rookies to swing around, flank it and take it out. One of said nameless rookies, while cheering, gets his head blown off by a Thin Man I didn't see.
At that point WAL picks off two of them while they scramble around trying to avoid getting flanked by Bigger, Tred and Nameless Rookie slowly creeping through cover, and a couple more floaters drop in next to the last Thin Man (Then Men are like THEM in suits, and really lizard aliens). Bigger launches a rocket, takes them all out, but rips a hole in the side of the UFO - triggering the Outsider spawn. That fucker rushes into cover, shoots WAL (who doesn't die but lies on the ground twitching and bleeding out, because the only medkit I brought was on the casualty of their first encounter). Luckily it ran right up next to Tred, who feeds it another shotgun salad.
Everybody piles onto the Skyranger, flies home, dumps WAL in the infirmary and then listens to the chief scientist bitching because nobody captures shit. Nobody cares because they all hit the rec room, which has its own wet bar. Seriously if you zoom in on the base, you can see those dudes knocking a few back and playing pool.
Since XCOM is notoriously cruel and kills people off with fair regularity it could be considered horrible that I chose this naming convention, but since I'm awesome at video games (or I throw my mouse across the room and vindictively uninstall them, then five minutes later creep back to reinstall it while appearing sheepish) I am fairly confident that everyone will make it out alive. Except for the psychics, one of you guys blows up. The upside is that you move the collapsing singularity out of range of Earth before it eats everything.
Sorry, I can rant about other infidelity related shit more later.
[This message edited by StillGoing at 2:52 PM, August 7th (Wednesday)]
DS 1, DD 6
Dday 8/31/11. ONS that occurred 3 years earlier. Lied to for 3 years.
A fuckin condom escapee
Don't believe I've heard it that way before, I like it!
Had a professor in college refer to people like that as "Stealing Air" always stuck with me. Poetic and on point. Poser's aren't even worth the air that they breath.
Mister rabbit says, "A moment of realization is worth a thousand prayers."
started yet another XCOM
Who knew a play by play from someone else's game could be so interesting.
A hanger dodger.
(coat hanger, I presume).
Sal as usual your on point.
Sal as usual your on point.
Do not back up. Severe tire damage.
'XCOM: Menz' continues apace.
These were MEN.
I stand on the shoulders of giants - who in turn, sit like little children on the shoulders of the giant-Maker.
My fww and I have dealt with her infidelity for a good number of years (it happened 22 years ago) but the odd new thing pops up from time to time and now it appears (I discovered this through a random conversation with a former employer of her's) that the relationship lasted two years and was not a one-night-mistake as she always claimed. I must be getting close to the record for TT.
She had been reading a book on relationships and read a passage to me in regard to how women categorize men into two different camps. I have been known to be rather concise (sometimes having a conversation with me has been described by friends as being struck by a blunt instrument) and I summed up what she read to me as follows: "So what you're saying is that women have men they marry and men they fuck." She responded with, "Men they sleep with and men that raise their babies...And you, honey, are one of those who raises the babies." This stung more than a little bit. No one really wants to imagine themselves in this latter group, even if you do fit the description. I had to collect myself and prevented myself from letting loose with how hurtful what she said was.
After a pregnant pause that weighed heavily in the air and her looking at me with more than a bit of trepidation (she realized what she had said and how deeply it cut), I responded with the following:
"Well my dear, we men have evolved a little further than you women in this particular case. We have developed three categories of women: ones we'd like to fuck, ones we need to fuck, and those that we are required to fuck...and you honey, are one of those that I'm required to fuck."
This was met with stunned silence at first and then: "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means, I took care of your babies and now to top it all off I'm required to fuck you. Hey, my life is just one great big bowl of cherries with whipped cream on top."
I don't know if I won this one, but I think I gave at least as good as I got.
hat the relationship lasted two years and was not a one-night-mistake as she always claimed. I must be getting close to the record for TT.
After dday I got all kinds of explanatory truths like that. One of those was just like that - the one night spun in such a way as to leave me confused and sympathetic to her turned out to be a long and drawn out thing. Go figure.
As for two kinds of men, the fucking kind and the father kind, I think that's only for women who are so fucked up in the head with daddy issues they don't feel worthy of the baby raising dick and need to go find some trash to roll in. It's just a stupid concept. I don't think it's a difference between men and women at all because I think it's just more of the same shit about dehumanizing someone enough, or splitting them enough that it is suddenly OK to go share those things with someone else.
If a woman thinks a man isn't fuckable, but is great for her babies, how is that split exactly? Is there supposed to be a different kind of respect, love and tenderness involved? Because it sure doesn't look like any of that shit is there. I want to fuck my wife because she has a strength of character to crawl out of the slime pit she jumped into, not just because she's hot. It's not like there's a dearth of people who can combine stupid, freaky and easy, so making that something desirable for sex but sectioning it away from something desirable for spending a life with is an aberrant perspective IMO, not a normality.
While I did lol and mentally fist bumped the "Required To Fuck" comment I think you lost simply by engaging her stupid shit. You can one up her all day long but you're still playing her game.
Yeah well. FTN.
I left and found me.