A few days back, I asked a friend a question : “Are any women overtly sexual?”
This was a free and frank conversation and this was a guy who would answer questions frankly, so he said it: “Of course there are. Plenty.”
Leaving aside the fact that I was slightly disturbed by how pat that ‘plenty’ was, I was genuinely surprised. I shouldn’t have been. I have a lot of sexually emancipated women as friends (I will refrain from calling myself one, because well, modesty). And all of these women talk about sex in no uncertain terms. It’s fun talk, and we like talking about it. No shame in it.
But my question was more about the expression of this sexuality. We women will gossip about lengths, girth, technique and body hair, but are we open enough to whistle at a man just because he looks quite ‘doable’? Or rather, do him, because he is doable and nothing more.
That was my question. Would you look at a man purely as a lust-worthy item?
Is the male of the species, in some cases, deadlier than the female?