#m

What was this power, this insidious threat, this invisible gun to her head that controlled her life . . . this terror of being called names? She had stayed a virgin so she wouldn't be called a tramp or a slut; had married so she wouldn't be called an old maid; faked orgasms so she wouldn't be called frigid; had children so she wouldn't be called barren; had not been a feminist because she didn't want to be called queer and a man hater; never nagged or raised her voice so she wouldn't be called a bitch . . . She had done all that and yet, still, this stranger had dragged her into the gutter with the names that men call women when they are angry. ↗

— Fannie Flagg

#men

And why only men? Why do you think that is, Llew? Why is it that only men are in power? ↗

— Deb E. Howell

#philosophy #political #men

Det är en vacker stad. Men kall som is. Du kan leva ett helt liv här utan att få närkontakt med någon. Allt är planerat för att man ska slippa beröring med varandra. ↗

— Karl Ove Knausgård

#sverige #men

In a revolutionary epoch, sometimes men taste every novelty, sicken of them all, and return to ancient principles so long disused that they seem refreshingly hearty when they are rediscovered. ↗

— Russell Kirk

#men

Then Ghana, and the smell of Ghana, a contradiction, a cracked clay pot: the smell of dryness, wetness, both, the damp of earth and dry of dust. The airport. Bodies pushing, pulling, shouting, begging, touching, breathing. He'd forgotten the bodies. The proximity of bodies. In America the bodies were distant. The warmth of it ...... Why had he hated this view? Of this beach, of the backs of these fishermen, glistening brown, of the long wooden boats, evangelical names in bright tricolor paint on their splintering sides, Black Star Jesus, Jah Reign, Christ the Fisher of Men, in the red, yellow, green of the national flag and the national spirit of open-source ethos, this mixing of Anglican, Rastafarian, Ghanaian? What was there to hate in this? There was only openness. As far as he could see. A cheerful openness. An innocence. An innocent beach on the road to Kokrobite at seven A.M. November 1975, little country lurching, cheerful, unaware, to revolution. Little taxi lurching, blasting revolution, to grief. ↗

— Taiye Selasi

#men

Women have traditionally took secondary roles to men. I want to be the boss not the secretary. ↗

— Bianca Frazier

#feminism #secretary #women #men

My panties were still on but he didn’t let that stop him, nosing them out of the way and tonguing my sex, making low, growling noises in his throat like a big cat purring with pleasure while it devoured its prey. ↗

— Emme Rollins

#adult-romance #alpha #alpha-man #erotic #erotic-romance

But then he touched the flowers With the dry tips of his fingers. "Tell me how men kiss you. Tell me how you kiss. ↗

— Anna Akhmatova

#the-guest #the-visitor #men

Once I faced a female with diamond skin," Nix said breathlessly. "I was transfixed - even as she was choking the life out of me." "Really?" " No, I saw that character on X men. I just wanted to commiserate. Alas, I have no weaknesses." "Except your insanity," Lucia pointed out. sigh. "Well played, Archer. then carry on... ↗

— Kresley Cole

#nix-the-ever-knowing #men

(Cyclops doesn't know if Logan is an imposter). Wolverine: Hey! It's me. Cyclops: Prove it! Wolverine: You're a dick. Cyclops: Okay ↗

— Bryan Singer

#wolverine #x-men #men