As she ages, my Mom is turning into a worse and worse feminist every year. I hardly even knew she was one before.
This is happening in tandem with her increasing puritanism. Same thing: every year, she gets more and more puritanical and weird about sex. She was always like that a bit, but at least you could talk to her about it, and to some extent she was always proud of me in a sort of “my son, the stud” sort of way. She always thought my playboy ways were hilarious and she would almost fall on the floor laughing at my latest exploits. That makes sense as most women, and humans in general (even some little kids) think players are funny as Hell for some reason.
And of course, feminism is intimately tied in with puritanism and has been from day one. It makes sense as feminism is simply female thinking empowered, reified and increasingly legislated to become the ruling force in society. Feminist Rule is nothing but Female Thought in Power. And puritanism, along with, oddly enough, nymphomania, is part of the Female Character.
Her increasing puritanism got me to thinking. Menopause nukes your sex drive. Women with no or low sex drives tend to become puritanical anyway, and the longer they stay that way, the worse they get. So my theory now is that increasing puritanism is something all postmenopausal women experience. It may well get worse with time too, as so many miserable things do.
Postmenopausal women for all intents and purposes turn into complete prudes and born-again virgins. I’ve seen complete whore to nun conversions, just like that! Snap of the fingers.
Postmenopausal women a few years out of menopause (they stay horny for a couple of years for some reason) are basically insufferable, and I don’t want anything to do with them. I’ve been battling puritanical shitwads my whole life. I’m sick and tired of them and their crap.
Postmenopausal women don’t fuck anyway, so what’s the point? Why even be with a woman if she doesn’t fuck? That’s pretty much the only reason to be with her anyway, right?
I’ve got my porn and my hand, and neither one ever turns me down.