Category: Male Bonding

A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Where Demons Tread

This Side Of The Veil

Candid Corvid Productions

How had the sun been gently
Yet brightly slant-glowing him

As if late morning but
When late afternoon?

How was that area then open
With time sharing rare view?

Now when she parked near it
People lounged in cars by her

Which seemed odd as she waited
For why were they there like her?

The place was always busy now and
If went closer pedestrians observed

As if they expected something
To happen from her presence

Everything had quick-shifted into
People always using the pathway

The doors seemed to have closed
Firmly barring his return entrance

Altered States, Male Bonding

Privacy

Candid Corvid Productions

“I had wondered why I had stopped doing my hips’ physical therapy routine at the gym because I need those extra dial-ins, and I am too distracted and compressed at home to do them there.

So last week, I pulled them out again, and then found that guy suddenly in the row right behind me from out of nowhere again.

I caught him looking in a definitely not ok way as I turned to finish my routine.

The look was not one of appreciation, but like he was ‘getting off’ on me lewdly while storing info for later self indulging.

Right.

I had suppressed that memory because it was so, in fact, disturbing.

So I immediately left the area, showing my vote directly with my feet.

But later after making sure to keep always well away from him, and when I was relaxing with eyes closed into unwinding on a machine, he was suddenly right there on the machine next to me – but this time, with his eyes downcast and offering.

There was no mistaking what he was doing.

He had decided to press the point from a different angle with me.

So I got denser in my mass, moved firmly grooved in my own zone, and pushed out ‘don’t mess with me’ vibes as I again immediately left the scene.

His behavior wasn’t something that one can prove easily – which is a disgusting predation scheme that men of baseline morality often like to cultivate, and unfortunately his society cultivates as acceptable for male behavior if done on the ‘down low’ surreptitiously.

And while I could be in a way flattered by his stripping down his ego to submit to me after so rudely leering, the idea of accepting made me want to throw up quite literally.

I am not some abstract geisha queen.”