I swear to God of all the good things in this world, one of the things I am thankful for most is just being a man.
In a generation of participation trophy beta boys raised by helicopter moms, it’s a rarity to see somebody embrace taking charge anymore.
Fuck that. Bring it on all damn day long. I want manual labor to offset my time in the office. I want to fix shit.
I want to drive, every fucking time, we are in the car. I pick up the check because “going Dutch” is another word for pussy.
I want to open a car door and squeeze your ass when you get in it. I want to grab you by the neck when I kiss you. I want you to feel my arm and know I am stronger than you.
I want to mow the fucking lawn. I want to eat your pussy like it’s my last meal. I want to grab that hair and you better grab onto something cause I am bringing 100% pure testosterone at you. I am making you cum and you don’t have a choice in the matter.
Mine. All mine. Pure caveman shit. Bring it. I am the rarity these days.
A man. A real man. No X Box 360 in my house. When I want to have fun, I find it right between your legs.