Once upon a time, I became known to put people’s business out there in a blog. Not just any business. If someone told me to keep something a secret, I generally did—still do. But, if someone said something outrageously stupid, I would write about it. Occasionally I’d mention a name, but the majority of the time I’d leave that little bit of information out to save the guilty party from embarrassment.
Over time, things changed.
Oh who am I kidding. I read the most absurd thing tonight when I got online. I read a bulletin someone had posted that explained how this person was tired of people using them as a sex object. They explained how they were just a sex object to their ex like they always are to everyone. They were complaining about this.
Yes, I see need for complaint. I’d hate to be considered a sex object too, but the point is, this person wrote this bulletin as if it was the fault of the other person rather than their own.
People, if you feel the need to express your dislike for another person for “using you as a sex object,” maybe you need to go look in the mirror for a change and figure out who you really need to be blaming. That’s, of course, if you’re not looking to be someone’s sex object and you always seem to become that in every relationship.
My advice, stop spreading your legs, for a change, and maybe, just maybe, the next person won’t see you as simply an object for sex; therefore, giving you no reason to complain about always being a sex object.
I suppose that’s just the American way—spread your legs to every Tom, Dick, and Harry that walks by, and then blame them for being used for physical purposes not involving conversation. Who wants to blame themselves for their own problems? That’s no fun.
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