The Fly in the Room, Continued by Request

I wrote The Fly in the Room and thought it was a complete story. But, I had a request for a part two. So here it is…

He said his name was Fred. Of course it wasn’t. I found that out when I noticed a pile of mail on a side table by the door.

I’ll call him Fred because he does look something like a caveman and his expectations were primitive too. Fred was freshly cleaned up and showered but he had not done much about brushing his hair, cleaning under his fingernails or timming his finger and toenails. Poor grooming has always been a turn off for me.

As it turns out most other women feel the same way. That was how I had met and become friends with a few other local Dominant women. We were all annoyed with the local men who expected so much and returned so very little. Not even bothering to dress up or clean up, as if we should be satisfied with so little. Continue reading The Fly in the Room, Continued by Request

Only Women Bleed

It’s almost 11:00 at night and I’ve just sat down here again after changing my maxi pad and brewing a fresh cup of coffee. I put on the Galaxie Flashback 70’s channel on TV and the song on right then is: Only Women Bleed – Alice Cooper. Life is weird and ironic and short tempered at times. Or is that just me?

Do you think about all these things too? Why do women bleed? Why were females the ones picked to bleed each month, carry eggs around and then one day it all ends. Not just slipping away. No, it didn’t start that easily, why not leave the way a man would – lots of noise and making sure everyone is more than just mildly aware of his leaving.

I think I have started menopause. I don’t really see the point in knowing for sure. Will it stop now that it’s been found out? Leave in peace? No, it will do to me whatever it wants to do to me. Just like life – the life of being a woman. We bleed.

How much easier life would be if we just carried around seed and sprayed it around? No monthly blood. No clean up. No pain and no having to plan your life around that time of the month. No mood swings and hormone adjustments. No need to be the weaker sex and look over your shoulder when you’re out at night. No need to carry around years of anger, hatred and injustice for something it took the pervert just a few minutes of time to forget.

I could hate men. It would not be a hardship on my part. My Dad was a jerk, but I can see him as a human being too. Still, who tells their daughter she’s ugly and no one will ever want her? What kind of man preys on children (his own child) that way? But, human, remember? So, we make allowances. We understand. We have patience and we don’t want people to think we are mean or can’t get over it.

Is there a point to hating men? Not really. There are always going to be more of them. I do think about how life would be if we lived like Amazon women. A society where men are the ones who bleed, not literally. Would the Amazons actually give up that power, that choice, to men? Not likely. How could they be trusted with the power of giving life and keeping it? We can’t even trust them not to make us bleed.

No, I don’t hate men. You see, every now and then I find one I like and even respect and I wish him well.

Man’s got his woman to take his seed
He’s got the power – oh
She’s got the need
She spends her life through pleasing up her man
She feeds him dinner or anything she can

She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don’t come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

Man makes your hair gray
He’s your life’s mistake
All you’re really lookin’ for is an even break

He lies right at you
You know you hate this game
He slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain

She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don’t come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed

Black eyes all of the time
Don’t spend a dime
Clean up this grime
And you there down on your knees begging me please come
Watch me bleed

Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed