*Warning: Mature content and "controversial" arguments*
How many of you girls out there agree with me, that men who flash their little brothers at random women ought to be shot at their dicks?
If you disagree (which I don't think those of you who fell victim to flashers) with me, you are saying dignity of women should be compromised at the expense of men's outrageous display of their perverted sexual desires.
Then, I'll recommend you migrate to ancient China (or Japan or Korea, for that matter) and get a taste of unfair suppression of the presumed 'weaker' sex, where women then were none other than punchbags, plain superficial ego-boosters and sex toys.
Having said all that, yes, I met a flasher today. And I wish I had reacted more aptly than how I really reacted. But you can't blame me for being stunned at the sight of him - a flasher - before me, for this is my first time ma!
All I did was to AAAAAAAAARGHHHHHH, slammed the wooden door shut, and bolted every latch present. I did not even lock the metal door. Who knows if he will spring up to my door and barge into my house! And for one moment I found none of the strength to stand on my own two feet and so I sat behind the door, repressing my uncontrollable trembling.
What is wrong with society nowadays, I question. I mean, prostitution isn't so much of a taboo word, and pornography is no longer skeletons to be hidden securely in the closet. So why do men have to flash, when the mere act of flashing does not quench your desires like prostitution does? It's just unfathomable. How do flashers even get the idea of showing random women your cocks, as if they are of some patented designs you would be VERY proud of? Just think of your little brothers la, do you seriously think they are happy being dug out of your pants in a broad day light like this?
And hor, if you don't like having your dick inside your pants, then you might as well just castrate it la!
Eew. It's just yucks.
Lucky for me, Tom reached in a flash (of course, since he stays mere two streets away) and everything was back to normal again. And during our analysis of the disgusting encounter, we concluded that Lady Luck was by my side, despite kena flashed at, because anything worse could have happened from there, but the flasher chose to stand down there, and left after I slammed the door at his face.
In short, phew! Close shave.
