First I would like to state and clarify that I am not directly or even indirectly involved in the spat involving nicky_bitchy . Nor do I know them personally. But their arguments have in turn sparked off quite a chain reaction from those that were involved, which in turn sparked off this thought within me.

It is true that coming out speaks volumes about one's courage. Essentially you are going all bare and putting yourself out there for all to judge. And like it or not, being an openly gay person will be seen as some form of role model. Simply because you personify the courage that a closeted one "might" lack.

However is it really all about courage? Is coming out all that glorious?

Coming out is admirable. But one cannot simply just come out blindly without being aware of the possible consequences that might arise from it. We have to understand that we are not alone on this planet. Coming out is not just a process that affects you. It will indirectly or even directly affect those around you.

We have to also factor in the circumstances in which whether to come out. Because I am a Xmen fan I shall use a few quotes from them. Yes I am well aware that the Xmen are a comic book fiction incarnation. But they are written by people and their very existence and context seems to hint heavily at all forms of bigotry.

Some fierce activists may sneer at you for cowardice for not coming out. But is it cowardice to save one's self from persecution? Is it cowardice not to come out if you know that your ultra uber deeply religious family will never ever accept the existence of homosexuals and to them homosexual is but an abomination? Or take for example, I am going to use my friend lunarlev  as a reference point.

He is your typical sporty boy next door NUS lad who just happens to be gay. Now he is living under his dad's roof with his dad paying for his school fees. What if his very act of "courage" of coming out to his dad resulted in him being thrown out of the house, disowned of all relationships and cut off from all form of financial assistance? Yes he was being true to himself in that he fully acknowledged himself to his family. But is it all worth it? Simply because you wish to gain the recognition that you suck cock? Without taking consideration of the situation and you plunge right into it? Is courage going to pay for his school fees? Is courage going to give him three hot meals a day? Is courage sheltering him from the elements?

I have known of friends who got thrown out of their homes as a result of that. The "fortunate" ones get to go back after a certain interval and get subjected to emotional and mental abuse. The "unlucky" ones got the rest of their belongings thrown on the streets after them. I have heard of one who even got swept out of the house literally with a broom!!!

It is very romantic and heroic to imagine the glorious life of a rebel being thrown on the streets and having to rely on his wits to survive because he was true to his cause. Very Hollywood indeed. The reality however, when faced with days and weeks of possible starvation and being homeless is very different from the sensationalised account of a raging rebel.

One of the arguments given was that without sacrifice, a noble cause would be for naught. However there is a difference between a worthy sacrifice and a thoroughly useless sacrifice. Citing people like Ghandi, Sun Yat Sen or even Nelson Mandela may seem appropriate but there is one glaring difference. Those were different times, different situations and different circumstances. A tangerine may be within the same family as an orange but they are not the same.

So you come out and get thrown out of your home... how would that "sacrifice" be used in anyway to further the gay rights cause in Singapore? Make a drama production out of it? Call the papers and have them sensationalise over the whole thing? And what would all that do? Do you think that the ruling faction would back down simply because of that?

We cannot be like Magneto and simply blast our way through and demand instant for gay rights. That is simply not the way and nor will it work over here in Singapore. Yes sacrifices have to be made but the sacrifice have to be right and be actually useful!!

To blindly call out for people to come out without even considering the circumstances surrounding the individual is just brash and potentially devastating. Direct conflict and "war" is never the solution to any difficulties. War will only beget more war. Is that what we really want? Fighting fire with fire may not always be necessarily guarantee a win, and fire is both beneficial and as well as harmful.

As an open gay woman myself, do you think I constantly keep screaming for my closeted, or should I say "discreet" gay friends to come out? Sure they irritate me to no end with their ridiculous paranoia. But at the end of the day, I do not know enough of their situation to judge. And besides. who am I to judge?! It is ultimately their choice and their choice of comfort level. Just because you are comfortable and okay to come out doesn't mean everyone should and will be the same.

Another major disagreement which I have was that it was also argued that Singapore does not have the type of gay bashing that America has, and thus it is perfectly safe for us to come out. Having read that, I am seriously wondering if the person have been living in a plastic bubble on some alternate universe all these while!

On the surface level it may seem true. Personally I have yet to read about a murder case involving hate crime in Singapore. But just because you have never heard/read of it does not mean that it does not exist. We all know very well just how much controlled our various media are and those crimes could be happening right under our noses without us knowing it!

Unfortunately bashing does not necessarily equate to physical violence. Gay bashing can take the form of verbal abuse, which potentially can even be more harmful than the other form as it targets specifically the person's inner psyche. It is incredibly naive and ridiculous to assume that hate crimes are always physical.

Do not get me wrong though. I believe in coming out. I advocate coming out because there is nothing wrong with being gay. However I also believe in coming out sensibly and rationally. Would you wear a glittering ruby red jumpsuit and wave a rainbow flag and scream that you're gay in the midst of a coffeeshop full of half drunken ah bengs? Does being openly gay mean more to you than anything else in the world and that includes putting the people around you in pain and misery?

Coming out in peace and as the detractor crudely put it, safety is not a sign of being a hypocrite and a coward. If you really think that. then you are no better than those bigots whom you hate so much.




P.S. I am not bashing and targeting anyone in specific. I am simply voice my thoughts out with regards to coming out at the cost of everything.

Dammit I just realised that I won't be able to fuck for this few days until even end of next week!!

Why?

Because I forgotten and just realised that I have this bloody ulcer on my lip!!!!! Although technically speaking  I can have sex if the top does not mind that I can't suck him. Hmmm maybe I should ask around who wants to just fuck me without the suck!

I'm the kind of person sales people would absolutely love. Why? Because I'm such a sucker for most sales pitch. I feel so bad that they have to stand all day and talk till their ears drop off that I feel obliged to buy something from them.

Take today for example when I went into the store just to buy a simple facial cleanser. To my extreme annoyance the usual brand that I always buy is not available. I mean I can't even see it anywhere. And so I simply just grabbed another brand and head to the cashier. As I was queuing up, one matronly aunty salesperson approached me. " Ah boy you want to try another brand?", she asked.

I turned around in surprise and since I have the time, I said okay. We went over to the shelves and she introduced me to this cleanser and then she asked if I wanted another one to get rid of blackheads. Now blackheads are the bane of my beautiful existence. Friends who know me will know that I am blessed with good skin, and I had never ever got any sort of pimples and acne ever in my life. Even when I was in my teens, I was the envy of practically everyone with my flawless skin! *smirks*

However I do have blackheads on my nose and the immediate area around it, which I used to get rid of religiously when I was younger. Over the years though the effort lapsed until I could not be bothered with it.

Since she called me "Ah Boy", which means she thought I'm some young guy, and the product will hopefully get rid of those blemishes, I decided to get it!! As a result... instead of 10 bucks... I spent almost 50 bucks!




P.S. you can tell that this is sort of a rubbishy post because I haven't really anything worthwhile to talk about!

Many of you would know that I love reading since as a kid. My mum bought for me my first fairytale book when I was around in nursery, and later on in primary one my first ever Enid Blyton book.

Every time I immerse myself in the adventures of the Famous Five, I couldn't help but feel so envious and excited. I wish I had a garden with a tree so that I can have a tree house too. I remember looking out and wondering if trees in England are short and stumpy because the trees over here are extremely tall!!

To make myself feel part of the whole adventure, the only way I knew was to emulate their likes and dislikes. One of the ways was through food. Since the Famous Five love drinking ginger-beer, I too buy that whenever it was possible. Never mind the fact that I absolutely detest and hate the smell and taste of ginger!! If they are having it... then I must have it too in order to feel Famous Fivish! Gods you have no idea how revolting the taste was and I gulp down while holding my breath! LOL!!

So yesterday while I was out with lunarlev  and his bf, I finally bought myself a box of Turkish Delight; I have been just dying to try that since I read the Narnia books! To my surprise, I quite like it... no make it I like it very much! I think it might be my new craze for now! I like that it's chewy and oooo so sweet, and I like the rose flavour.

The other food I will love to try one day would be butter-tea. Would this be the closest to "butter-beer" in Harry Potter? How many of you are as crazy as me in doing these? LOL!

Guys please stop asking when my next "juicy" entry is coming out! I don't fuck on demand!!!

I received a texted message from lunarlev  this morning about an article in the papers that was about some racist shit that dropped a reference to my that rather infamous case. I was rolling my eyes when I read his message; good grief let that case just die can? Stop bringing it up!

I went online and found the article at TODAY, and thank goodness... no names! Well at least on the web version of that paper. I don't know if other papers are reporting in the same vein.

Now if you would excuse me, I need to go rant to my friend from TODAY.

Coming out is quite a complex and rather intimate process. Some of us know from the start and some of us discovers it gradually as we grow older; I known boysluts as young as 13 and late to the scene at 40. 

Sexual orientation aside, how do/did you know if you like to fuck or like to be fucked?

Even when I was 10 in the pre-Internet pre-social knowledge era, I know that I'm fascinated by boys. In my teens, I was inexplicably drawn to the guys though of course due to peer pressure I too went after girlslesbians. You have no idea how glad I was when they didn't agree to be my lesbian girlfriend!!!! I came this close once, and my heart stopped with relief when she said no!! I mean subconsciously I just know it.

Also along with this knowledge that I'm gay comes the eerie conviction that I want to be fucked. I don't know if it's because I hang around with girls constantly though I have absolutely no desire to dress like a woman or even be one physically. For me I just know that I was born to serve cock in my mouth and have it to service me in my ass. I just know it. I have zero desire at all to even want to try to fuck.

Oh wait I did fuck one guy once. Hated it!!

So the rest of you, how do you know if you are top and if you are btm?

This is for the disbelievers that my piglet_2005  likes to be patted on her hind part! I took this short clip when my Mum and I came back from dinner.  After her pat will be her regular inspection of all the bags you brought home.

Because clearly it might contain a bomb!

Hence the canine inspection!

My cycle is slowly trickling its way back and because today I had a lot of stuff to write, I decided to really multi-task by switching on my Vuze, MSN, chatroom applet, iTunes and Words document.

When I switched window back to the chat, I saw a guy spamming in main channel looking for btms. I’m only a quarter interested at that time, being that it was only morning and also my mating season hasn’t made its grand announcement yet!

So I messaged him to cool it with the spamming and we got to talking, and after giving him one of my online profiles, he exclaimed and said that he’s E. Gosh we kept meeting each other in the chatroom and for that to happen to me nowadays is as good as striking lottery since I seldom go in now unless I’m looking for a new fuck!

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Nameless Friend and I were having a casual rubbish chitchat when he said that he had heard a few amusing stories from Class 95 about speed-dating. He jokingly asked when would we have our own version, though we both know of one that did happen a few years back in MOX.

Obviously it must have failed terribly because I never heard about subsequently. Correct me if I'm wrong about it please though. Such a scheme/system would never ever work in Singapore because we are mostly surrounded by ball-less hum-ji closeted freaks who prefer to fuck in the dark than to ever admit that they suck cock and take it up the ass!

Add to the fact that we are an inclusive community with out own niches like clubs, saunas, social networking applications... why would anyone want to pay to know another when they can do it for free? Also perhaps important also is the matching up of the sex position preference for us. Unlike straights, you can immediately tell who's the penetrator and who's the recipient! Like duhz right? 

Unfortunately for us, there is no easy way to tell who's the top and the btm. A queeny guy might not necessary mean he's btm. Hello I know of a few prime examples on LJ already okay?! And the stereotypical "straight-acting" guy might just be your cock hungry btm whore!

While the pure tops and pure btms are easier to classify and hence allocate in terms of participants, what about all those so called "flexs"? Because you can't safely match up their preference in accordance to attendance. And like I said before countless times, most of them are just plain btms in denial! You have a speed dating session of 5 btms and 5 flexs, I can very well tell you that you will end up having 8 btms and 2 willing to top!

And given just how ridiculously paranoid about being outed even as top and btm, how many would willingly sit in the chair and in essence admitting your bed preference? Rightttttt. I can just see so many of you doing ittt... *rolls eyes*  Quite frankly even I might just giggle and blush sitting in the chair at such a session!!

I mean let's face it, whether it's biologically coupled with culturally(gay wise), we hold sex as rather essential if not downright important. It is absurd to ignore the bed preference and cite rubbish like love conquers all. Yeah... because two btms don't mind taking turns to fuck each other right?!

Nameless Friend also said how about doing it for fun? I said that I used to do that for Trevvy countless years ago when I organise outings for the forum. While it was not in anyway related to dating(much less speed dating), I know very well the sentiments of many of the participants who came along. The atmosphere is really quite heady with the potential dating prospects that I'm quite surprised that nobody picked up on it. So while it was not speed dating or dating per se, the essence was there.

In short, sure you can try to create one for the community. If you have a lot of time and a lot of money to burn. The profit margins from this area of the pink dollar would not be able to sustain. It might and probably would be different in other countries of course. Maybe charlessfo  or nicky_bitchy  can comment on it.

Bottomline is, unless we can hold our heads high and proud about being openly gay and confident about our sexuality, gay speed dating in Singapore is as best just an amusing fad.

You have probably heard of that dogs mirror a lot of what their owners are in temperament and behaviour right?

Well, piglet_2005  likes to be patted on her hindquarters. Specifically the area along the back at the base of her tail.

What do you know... her owner likes to be patted on his butt too! Preferably by something long, thick and juicy! 

Any takers?

*giggles*





P.S. No not shadesofhue ... he does a horrible job!

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."

Just how true that old adage is in actual reality? We have all experienced some sort of harsh name calling before, and I'm pretty sure most if not all gays went through such a phase growing up.

I was reading through my WoW forum about a thread on racism in game, and one poster commented that it's only words and it will only hurt us if we allow it power. It is quite akin to one of my favourite quotes from Eleanor Roosevelt , " No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."

So why are we all still so bothered, butthurt, angry and even furious over things that are said and hurled over to us? Could it be that words actually does hurt and Eleanor was either wrong or an extremely resilient woman.

Perversely on the other side of the fence, if you are the type that words just gets deflected off the moment it's being thrown at you, just how apathetic would and should you be? For example someone just said that your Mum is a whore, are you going to react to it? Is it just words or more than that?

I confess myself being a total contradiction to this whole dichotomy. For example, I still think people overreacted over what I said in my case a few years ago. What's the big deal with it? Are they losing their wealth? Do years of their lives get shaven off their expectancy? No? Then why kick such a huge fuss over it?

And then enters the flip side when a rather close friend lashed out at The Best Friend, which spilled partially over to me, when she yelled out, " You fucking faggots..." in a rather heated argument among several friends. I went ballistic with it even though it was not  targeted at me explicitly, and I wrote her out of my life.

I can only conjecture that because in the case of the former, I am not them and hence anything I say would not be applicable or relevant to me in any way while in the latter situation, I am clearly involved. Hypocritical and superficial? Many wars throughout history were started because of some form of words exchanged between parties.

So when do we cross the line at being aloof and lofty or even "matured" above "imaginary hurts" and to actually standing up for something? Do words actually hurt?

I don't see myself as all mighty or all powerful with regards to being btm. I don't regard myself as highly good at my craft either. What I do know is having slept with countless number of men over the years, I know what I want, and I know what I like. This also means I know what I don't want and I know what I don't like. I know what pleasures me and I know what doesn't.

It is for these reasons why I usually hesitate to sleep with someone I know. The writing of the act aside, it is the crazy expectations my would-be-top is having of me, and I feel super pressurised into outperforming myself. I never exactly paint myself as some uber super knowledgeable and expert btm. I'm pretty sure veteran tops like silver_eagle  did a dozen of mes before! Bottomline is, pun intended, I'm not the super btm popular urban myth likes to portray me as. If I'm guilty of anything, INSATIABLE should be more accurate!

This scenario actually happened a couple of times with some friends whom I exchanged extremely hot and flirtatious conversations before. It would always lead to the threshold of us actually meeting and fucking each other's brains out. However pressures on both sides usually throws the much needed cold water upon us.

He was stressed over what he had heard, and read and feels that he can't measure up to my level of expectations. On my part, I felt stressed over what he had heard and read because frankly those are written from my point of view, and that he may have been over-expecting and will be over-expecting.

So I hope this will clarify the pre-conceived notion people have of me in that aspect.

I don't have legendary skills and neither can my ass talk!

I just know what I want.


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My straight, or I should clarify properly after spoken to him early, BISEXUAL NS guy was late for 20 minutes in picking me up! Sheesh!! Can you imagine the top being later than the btm? Preposterous!!! 

He's gotten darker obviously and slightly thinner than I remembered, and while in the car we chatted about NS life. Gods that's something both nostalgic and vile. He told me he was thinking of signing on and I shrieked at once! Is he crazy or what?? No sane person ever signs up!! My goodness!!! 

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It is very flattering, and gratifying that my "legion" of fans are so supportive and concerned about my well-being. Why just today this morning I received numerous smses, msn messages, FB messages and even LJ messages telling me they can't wait to hear all about my upcoming adventures tonight!

I'll admit that I'm a little excited as this is my first Deflowering of this year! I have been Chaste & Celibate for a long time okay you judgmental bitches!!!

Well he's picking me up later so I guess the update will be tomorrow! 

You know it's funny. Every single time I proudly declare myself Chaste & Celibate, one of my fuck buddies will contact me. I swear it's a conspiracy!! Nooooooo!!!

This straight NS boy that I fucked with before smsed me out of the blue asking if I'm free this coming Friday. I was quite surprised to hear from him since we haven't contacted for weeks after our last fuck. He said he was overseas and so can't reply me. Uh... just enlisted got go overseas?

Anyway so he said he misses my ass and wants to fuck me as soon as possible. I said sure why not? I have been Chaste & Celibate since 01 Jan anyway so a cock would be more than welcomed! Wonder what happened to the girlfren... oh well not my problem as long as he fucks me! 

I never really understood the need to segregate ourselves from the so called "mainstream society". The way I see it, by doing so you are further reinforcing the fact that we are entirely a separate species and thus common laws and rights would not be applicable to us.

I mean why is there a need for gay bars, gay organisations, gay dragonboating, gay this gay that... etc? Even in my WoW context, you have gay guilds! I mean come on what do we need all these for? Do we necessarily talk about cocks and fucking all day long to everyone? Do we talk about lusting about this cute guy to anyone? I seel all these as nothing but excuses meet the next cute guy and fuck around.

It is one of many reasons why I generally prefer to club at "straight" places when I was still clubbing back then. It's a little stressful at gay clubs where I have to be at my best behaviour, be very conscious of how I dress and carry myself. Perversely I tend to dress more outrageously and behave more flamboyantly when I'm at my clubs in Mohd Sultan.

In a way this is ironic... this sort of statements coming from the guy who declared himself 302 and set himself apart. However I did it for various reasons which is not safe to divulge over here! :D

Maybe there is a sort of sense of belonging in an all gay settings... maybe it is a sense of security and safety. But the way I see it, as long as you hold yourselves apart from humanity... wait a minute... I sounded like Professor X!!!!!

Jokes aside, can anyone enlighten me on this part?

I am very pleased to inform everyone that I have been CHASTE & CELIBATE, and as well as Demure, Virginal and above all, Modest, since 1st January 2010!! I have turned out several single fucks and threesomes in the duration simply because for some reason I just don't feel like having sex.

It's a cycle.. it's a cycle... you know... like menses!

Do local guys have a major hangup about announcing or people knowing that they take it(and ENJOY IT TOO!) up the ass? I did a little scan through some of the online gay personal sites and I see a lot of "top only" roles and "top and btm" roles and only very sporadically I come across a "btm only" role guy.

So taking it up the ass which is basically being fucked means you're a "woman" and that is bad? Because being a woman is lesser than being a man? Is that what you are trying to tell me?

And please... please do not try to insult the little intelligence I have by telling me you are "flex" btm. Well... okay let me see... if you are flex btm does that mean your preference is btm but don't mind top(yeah right)? And so if you like being btm... what does that make you? YOU'RE BTM????!!!!!! My god what's the big deal in admitting to that???

Don't tell me grandfather stories of how and when in 1996 and 2004 you topped some guy!! If going by that means flex... then I AM flex too!! I fucked some guy way back in... uh... 1998!! SO I AM FLEX TOO!!!! 

What's the big deal in saying if you're top or btm? Or rather which one you prefer?  Instead I get a thousand and one fanciful excuses of how they don't go by labels, they are "adaptable" to their partner(but funny their partners inevitably turns out to be mostly tops) and the winner of all, "i don't feel like discussing my private life with you."

Righttttttt.

Btm confirmed.

PFFFT.

Fucking gay world is just drowning in btms!

The recent drama over Mcdonalds deliberately omitting the Pig toy doraemon from the collection of the 12 Zodiac has upset quite a number of Singaporeans.

Personally I feel that this is ridiculous and it simply paints the Muslim community in our country as extremely intolerant of other cultures and religion, to the extent of even a toy. Every other race and religion here knows that the Pig is part of the Chinese Zodiac and as far as I know, no one has raise a fuss over it. I have never heard of my Muslim friends complaining that the Year of the Pig is offensive. And suddenly it is to Mcdonalds?

Mcdonalds' defense in their exclusion of the Pig is that they are a Halal food establishment and do not want to offend their Muslim customers.

I find that's an absurd explanation! Muslims do not eat pork; the Pig doraemon toy is not a food! How is that offensive? And I remember years ago when I was a kid, Mcdonalds have those baby muppets toys of which one of them is Ms Piggy. And that's not offensive?

Hindos and some Buddhists or Taoists do not eat beef as the cow is sacred to them but Mcdonalds is happily serving Big Mac which is certainly beef. And that's not offensive to Hindus, Buddhists and Taoists?? And a toy is to Muslims??? I'm sorry but the logic baffles me greatly.

How collectible is the collection when one member is clearly excluded from the list? Worse of all, it is being replaced by a Cupid which totally no bearings in the Chinese culture at all. And that's not offensive to the Chinese community?

There is a time and place to be politically correct and clearly in this, Mcdonalds have really tried too hard.

I was in a rather deserted shopping mall or office type of building walking in the corridors when suddenly out of the blue a rogue attacked me. Yes an honest to goodness dual wielding swords obviously combat specced rogue!!! WoW people would know exactly what I mean.

I remember thinking to myself, "Oh shit combat rogue!"

And then for some reason a taskbar floated before my eyes with an arrow mouse key hovering before each spell. But when I wanted to FROST NOVA the rogue, the mouse went to sheep instead.

I tried to sheep and got kicked in the face and I shrieked and blinked!

The rogue was after me immediately and I jumped. In.. to... the... air.

Not too sure how many of you have caught the movie Crouching Tiger and Hidden Dragon, but it's essentially like that. I found myself yelling phrases like "Who are you?! " and "What do you want?". The rogue remain silent all the while and continue to come at me as I leapt from corner to corner flinging frostbolts. I swear this was exactly like those old Chinese period shows I watched as a kid. You know the silent assassin bent only on destruction of the target...

I don't know why I'm a mage instead of my main sp!

Finally ahead in the distance I saw the Ladies Restroom and I knew that I would be safe there! Don't ask how come! LOL!

I managed to blinked and jumped over inside where there was a woman doing her makeup at the sink. I looked out and stuck my tongue at the rogue who stood outside when suddenly... he was NAKED and showering!!! Remember the SATC movie where Samantha saw her neighbour Dante showering outside? Yes it's exactly like that scene!!

I remember licking my lips nervously and taking on step out...

And then I woke up giggling!

I supposed it's my body/mind's way of telling me "hey gurlfren you need to get laid soon."

Do we really hae so few friends? Or we simply prefer to hang around and socialise within a specific set of community?

More than often I have heard numerous friends complaining and whining that they don't like the people they hang out with, and some even confided that they secretly detest and some even can't stand them. I was naturally surprised to hear it as they seemed to be enjoying the time of their lives judging from photos. And I am talking about real friends and not frenemies.

My eternal question is, so why would you want to be hanging out with people whom you can't stand or dislike? While Singapore may be a tiny nation, we still have around two million people. And with the advent of airline travels, facebook, twitter, blogs... etc... I find it incredibly unbelievable that one is unable to find friends. I am so sorry but I just can't imagine that it's remotely possible.

You don't have to put up a mask to find friends. Just be yourself and if your current set can't take the real you, or if you find them incompatible with your fundamental beliefs and they can't seem to cut you some slack, then I say it's time to find new friends. Come on even a 3 year old can find friends!

There's a discussion over in one of my LJ community about this posting your own photos in an online gaming forum, particularly if you are female as the gaming community is largely male dominated. A particular entry from one of the members sparked off an intense debate, argument and bitching before the mods stepped in.

The crux of the issue seemed to be if you are female, posting any photos of yourself in any form in revealing, semi to full nudity automatically grants you the status of Slut and hence universally despised by your sisters.

This has got me to thinking. A muscular gymbod guy can pose in a series of revealing, semi to full nudity artistic shots; though how "revealing" for a man is very subjective given that social customs dictate topless as acceptable for males. He would be admired and lusted for his beautiful muscles and form. He would most probably be lauded for having a good body.

However if a woman were to do it, she would be deemed instantly slutty and unacceptable in additional to being inappropriate. Her wearing revealing tight clothing that shows off her curves mean that she's a slutty skank and does not command any respect. Remember an episode in SATC where Samantha decides to take a photo of herself in nude? Now that's one power woman! Charlotte however reacted with horror, going along with the mainstream society's justification for women's roles.

Why is society so judgmental and harsh on women? Do we devalue and demonise women so much that we have to get them covered up like certain conservative extreme religion? So being a woman means you cannot be proud of the body you have/created?

To quote a line from En Vogue's 1992 hit, Free Your Mind...

"I wear tight clothing... high heel shoes.
That doesn't mean that I'm a prostitute, no no no!"