"Here's a condom. I figured since you're acting like a dick you should start to dress like one."

(The above title's a quote from Tumblr.)

Yes. I'm back to again thinking that boys are a species that I'm never ever gonna adore. I might admire, love or respect them. But adoration is something that I doubt I would be able to feel for them-although I’m not ashamed to admit that I did adore one for a while (No, it’s not the imaginary friend this time -_-). But let’s forget about that- it’s passé now.

To cut it short-It takes a lot more than you think to tolerate boys. I wonder how some do that though. Perhaps it's because they are so love blinded. But Boys-like in BOYS normally disgust me.

Normally. Because I've met some who have weirdly been an exception to this law I have created. They've been the ones who have actually been able to 'sweep me off my feet' as my friends place it, because obviously Rhea is known as the adamant man hater and to put guys and herself in one frame is like trying to mix to immiscible liquids. But to be honest these sane guys for sure, have been gentlemen in contrast to those I initially based my line of thinking on. I wonder where they had been back then- but that does not really matter. All that matters is that I acknowledge the fact that there are some guys who do hold the door for you. Some who do lend you their hands. I know some who have this nice, polite way to talk. And the pinnacle of gentlemanliness and elegance.

But I also know that this doesn't mean that they use a totally different language during those light bantering with their ''BROTHERS'' (As they so much insist to place that way.) I know their interactions are full of curses and swear words. Their veiled behaviour hides those innumerable hours spent watching pornographic videos and reading sex magazines. Behind those very well set up courtship displays lies only facades, masquerades and falsified truths. And to crown it all, those muscular bodies, lanky and broad chest, bearded jaw line, hair chest and deep Vs..(Not to mention all the kinky words that throw girls into reverie...) for me does not necessarily match up their words, thoughts and feelings. It’s always been: What's the point of having the charm, the charisma and the sex appeal when they can't really live up to it in having a high enough emotional quotient or are able to help people out?!

I have always hated male displays of prowess. For sure, that protectiveness, possessiveness and perverted mind do at times make them sexy, magnetic and a major turn on-But together with that ought to come the understating of how to behave around girls. (Again- I'm not here speaking for all of them.)

There’s something that some need to be understand. Spraying tonnes of perfume does not want to make us throw ourselves at you. *Those moments I just know that a boy has walked into the class-no not because I intuitively knew it- but because my nostrils flared up when the perfume particles tickled my nose!*

And how about those guys for whom cigarette is merely an extension of their lips sand alcohol the blood that courses down their veins. My teenage hood was given it's kick start with exposure to boys who made it a point to price their masculinity and macho demonstrations was inflicted on us through those perpetual bullies by paper flyers, verbal abuse and excessive use of a dirty, vulgar and wasted- I can't even label that language.

And what were they? Only in their 14s? Pfft.

Some seem to live to whistle.

The main reason why I've banished boys from my scope of adoration is because of their greater influence-ability to succumb to this drugs addiction because of peer pressure. And believe it or not, from a sociological approach, males are the most easily influenced and susceptible to faster and deeper internalisation of values that pleasure them. (That of keeping women on a lower pedestal, that of boozing till the next morning, that of glorifying patriarchy.) Principally, I have refused to understand males, because it seemed to me that they can only be perfect products of society and their brains are restricted to the dominant non changing ideologies if a rotten society. But I believe in the meanwhile I had forgotten that I had not given myself enough time to know more of the opposite sex. I can't regret this, for I live the person I've grown into without really having any boys in my life. Not even my elder cousins.

You know those guys who try to peak through your blouse to determine your bra colour? And those who try to stare beyond your calf. And how about those classmates that sneak into your T-shirt when you bend to look into a microscope?

Or even those who cough when you move in front of the class wearing a backless? Ouh and wait- how about those who literally dare touch you or caress you awkwardly while walking? And those exaggerated perverted long stares that dudes give you? And how about that day where you finally dare ask a question in a class where you are sure nobody understands a thing- and everyone looks back at you like you are a monster? Oh and those open checking outs? "Yeah Man- 10-36-22?!"

I remember those incidents friends also recounted. Apparently some men even dare open their zip to show you their penises- right like anyone was interested in looking at that ugly stuff. See there's a reason as to why movies show boobs and not penises. I know those instances where man sitting back in the bus try to get as close to you as possible such that their thigh stick to yours. And they open their legs as if they are getting a sadist's entertainment! And when you're about to get down they literally dare slither their hands up your thigh inside your skirt? And some follow you for some days! And then, when you are at those chic parties and an arm suddenly surrounds your waist as if your body belongs to them????!!!!!! To be honest- it appeared to me that men took it four granted that women's body can be used in any way and disposed off in the most freakish way. Hellllloooo??!

And for most of the part, some drivers mistake their steering wheels' horn for their testis! Dude, public masturbation is a violation of social codes of conduct!*When you are walking on the road and are apparently the weaker sex?*

Go cut your thing off! They should be expedited to Ancient Rome so that their testicles could be crushed!Ouuffff!! Detesting guys is really not a hard task. Just think of them as those barbaric who no matter what resort to degrading themselves.

And to be honest, these are episodes that occur in tuition- a place where people are getting education and in public places- where eye witnesses are meant to be present to condemn asshole behaviour.

In a sense, by not stopping such things- our world speaks a lot for itself. Seems like even commoners love to have such demonstrations of sex and gender disparities.

Now imagine those dark alleys of the world.