The Territory We're Beholding To, Or The Facts Of Life

In the end, no matter how you choose to phrase it, sex is the man's prerogative, and he can impose sex on you because he wants to. Psychologically, financially, outweighs you, intimidation, or just plain lust that for some reason you give in to.

Women have weapons, but they boil down to denial. It works for a while, but it usually ends with him looking elsewhere. It's unfair, but it's the system we're stuck with.

My education took me on a journey to a far flung place devoid of eligible males, a women's college. While I was in exile I lost interest in sex, never thought of it. After a time I became attached to other females. Never having had a sisterhood in my home I was surprised as to how close we were. Including a good amount of affection, both physical and emotional. Not sex, affection.

When I returned to civilization, back amongst men, I lost my self control and woke up with a dominant male. The night before he was a jerk, an asshole. What the new norm calls a toxic male. I wasn't hit over the head with a club, but I might as well have been. One morning I was free, came and went at my will. One other morning and my comings and goings were restricted. I asked myself where have my women friends gone?

They were all there, all around me. They read what I was blind to. A male had taken me.