A Woman Either Accepts Her Burden Or Goes Crazy

As a practicing female executive in an HR position I've had the opportunity to attend many meetings with women of all ages, ranks, and profiles. Most of them are married, to men, or have been married to men or are looking to get married to men. Fine, but that means that you have to let a man fuck you. At my age I should be over it, but I'm not. How can you, a sane, grown, adult, woman allow a man to abuse your body like that?

I've talked to women, they open up to me. Some ask back how can I have sex with my husband? My answer, I choke on it. I've heard all sorts of answers, or excuses. The bottom line is that to have sex with a man you have to give him control of your body. Believe me, he is only interested in himself, getting his rocks off. He can masturbate. As far as procreation is concerned, you can have artificial insemination. No dick need to cross your threshold. Sometimes think I was meant to be a lesbian. I know, either you are or you aren't, but I could be.

I will confess that at an early age, in my teens a boy, an older boy, laid me out on the floor of my living room, ate me and fucked me. In my house, with my parent's picture on the end table staring back at me while he pounded away, oblivious to me. It was all about him, getting his rocks off in my vagina. My vagina, not his. Releasing his sperm into me and it went right up my cervix, my uterus to my fallopian tube and squirreled into my little egg floating down for my next period, and bang he had me pregnant. I could have been on that show, 16 and Pregnant.

My parents refused an abortion, I refused to give up my baby for adoption. My baby, I made him, I nursed him, I, me, not us, not him, me. I made him, in my body, I 'bore' him with all that involves. The damn son of a bitch fucked me and knocked me up. So he had to marry me, make an honest woman out of me, give me a name. I know what it means for a man to own your body. Never again! I cry. But he fucked me again last night . Damn husband. He thinks he owns me, his wife, his body, his pussy, his tits, his ass. If only, but you can't. He does own you, a man owns you and you have to decide that's the way it is or go crazy. Once he owns you, he owns all of you, from your bed making skills to your vagina.

So for ten years I have sat in meetings asking myself, all these proper women, in their business suits, go home to a husband or a boyfriend that has the liberty to fuck them, and if they are not married they are looking for a man to own them and fuck them. Maybe I should have insisted on being lesbian, but it was too late for me, But it isn't for you. Think about it, slavery to a man or liberty as a lesbian. Give me liberty or give me death. Sounds good but I have to go home to my children, my husband and fix dinner and listen to how his day went. A woman's burden is never done.

What a blessing, being born a woman.