The Continuous Sexual Abuse Of Men

manipulation, control, persecution

Men are being abused every minute of every day in the UK. It starts when they are young through TV, music videos and female celebrities. It is constant and only gets worse as they get older. Men are being groomed into this abuse, but upsettingly, they do not see it as abuse. Someone must speak out and raise awareness of this manipulative and coercive practice.

Who is to blame? The answer is simple. The answer is young beautiful women.

Women use their bodies and sexuality to abuse men. By 'abuse' I mean: 'the improper usage or treatment of a thing, often to unfairly or improperly gain benefit'.

The biggest lie perpetrated upon men is that they sexualise and objectify women for their own benefit and pleasure. Nothing could be further from the truth. Men are the real victims of such actions – and by the way, the people who really sexualise women are called women.

It is women who have several industries dedicated to making them more appealing, sexual and desirable. Just look at the multi-billion dollar industries of fashion, beauty, perfume – all run mainly by women for the sexual promotion of women. Because I'm worth it.

Only a sucker would fall for such blatant lies and falsehoods – these suckers are called men. We all know most women are 'walking lies' – they are not that tall, they are not that pretty, that is not their real hair colour, their lips are not that red, their skin is not that perfect, their breasts are not that shape.

The biggest lie women tell themselves is that they do all this for themselves – it makes them feel better. I am sure it does, but subconsciously they do it to be attractive to men. Not all men, only to the ones they want – all other men who notice are branded creeps, perverts or weirdos.

As a man, I have been made to feel uncomfortable on hundreds of occasions because of the outfit worn by a woman. Large ripe breasts on display barely contained by the fabric of a dress. Splits on dresses that take the eye on a journey up a smooth leg, beyond the thigh and to the bare flesh of a hip. Leggings so tight that a shapely pudendum can be admired. The sneaky thong peeking above the waistline of a tight pair of jeans. And who can forget the fixation of rock hard nipples poking through a thin t-shirt when a sudden chill hits. It is commonly accepted that most abusers do not see themselves as abusers.

I have never worn Lycra trousers so tight that you can guess my religion. I do not buy low waisted jeans so the tip of my penis can be admired. I do not stuff socks into my underwear to increase the bulge. I do not walk on stilts so I appear taller. I try to portray myself in an honest manner.

I have on many occasions had to slightly move my desk or chair while in an office so my sight-line would not include a short skirt or low cut top. I was terrified of the fallout if accused of leering, being a pervert, or making a woman feel uncomfortable. No one has ever worried about how I felt.

This is the abuse I am referring to. This antisocial behaviour has a direct negative impact on innocent men going about their daily business – sometimes it feels like persecution. I am tired of this abuse. I am tired of being seen as a potential fulfiller of sexual pleasures. I want to be treated as an equal and with respect – not as a potential plaything.

Unfortunately, it is getting worse, not better. To keep this abuse moving forward, women are now purchasing aids and gadgets to help in this maltreatment. We all know about the boom in cosmetic surgery and breast implants – lies can be expensive. But did you know that some women now buy plastic hard nipples to wear in their bras? Others buy padded contraptions for in their knickers to give the impression of a wonderfully formed pudendum, aka, a camel toe. Google this – I have not made it up. The days of women defending their actions by simply saying the abuse is not real are over. We now have financial receipts of their planned duplicity.

This abuse can be dangerous and have real-world consequences. Men have more car accidents in the summer months than the winter, because they are forced to take their eyes off the road to look upon a half-naked woman passing by. Women have more accidents in the winter when the roads are wetter and icy. Have a guess who is punished for such preventable accidents? Men – never the real culprits. Surprisingly, men do not go out onto the pavements to selfishly distract road users – they have far too much respect for the auto-mobile.

To end, let me be perfectly clear; men love women. We do not want you in burkas, but we do want you to treat us with a little more respect. We do not want to be tricked into giving attention, we want to be caressed and cherished. Give us some time to get to know you before we have to stare at your pudendum in public and tell you it is lovely.

Treat us how you would like to be treated. We are only human, we are only men.

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