“’This Thursday, join us for the semester’s first official session of Feminism for Men,’” she read aloud. “’Meet founder Ted Breedlove and find out what feminism can do for you.’ Oh my god, Ted! That’s so cool!” He smiled, ever modest. “Yeah, I guess it’s something pretty special. They didn’t have anything like that on campus before I came along.” “I would love to learn more,” she took hold of his hand in excitement. “We could go together!” “Elizabeth,” he squeezed her hand and fondly shook his head. “It’s a male feminist club. Men only.” “Oh, gosh, duh, I’m such an idiot.” There she went again, blushing, her nipples even harder, probably tingly between her legs like women get around men who really see them and are willing to talk to them as equals, and not make them feel bad about being simple.
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 05:40:30 +0000
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015