Touched
my nipples as I watched The Golden Globes.
Don’t
worry Juliet I’m talking about no one’s nipples but my own so you won’t have to
get on my case for objectifying a woman’s body parts yet again.
Though
don’t get me wrong I would very much like to see her nipples because I bet they’re
as pink as Bazooka Bubble Gum and would remind me of Laffy Taffy.
When
I lived in Columbus, Ohio there were a couple of women who said I was a
misogynist and after I looked up what that word meant in the dictionary I whole
heartedly disagreed.
I
really don’t feel like getting into a debate, but I will say there’s absolutely
no truth to my disliking, despising, or being strongly prejudiced against women
and for the objectification of women to this charge I also strongly object.
When
I write about women I am speaking of experiences that I myself have had with
women and never have I nor do I believe in the degradation of the stronger sex.
In
fact I believe it happened the other way around in the Garden of Evil and that
it was Adam created from Eve’s rib and that it was also Adam who offered Eve a
bite of the forbidden pomegranate.
Just
keep in mind Hell hath no fury like a
woman scorned and that we’ll all be living this proverb over and over again
if we don’t get our shit together sooner than later because our Creator is most
assuredly a woman.
Just
ran my finger over my nipples again, but they refused to come out and play
because they don’t enjoy when I draw attention to them in a public setting.
Charles Cicirella
1/8/17 
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