MN Manmacker's mansploitation
Lamont drank the frou-frou.
Lamont drank the frou-frou. But he ordered cognac for the both of them to start — two cognacs each — and Wojo hadta admit the sweetness tasted good on his tongue. It’s okayer for black guys to drink sweet drinks though, Wojo thought. It makes a black man look handsomer, makes a white man look weaker. He took the umbrella and lime wedge outta his drink, put ’em on the table.
It’d look like he was demanding sex without an offer of marriage. Wojo wanted that very badly, which was why he don’t wanna ask for it. A man can’t ask for what he wants, he gotta earn it.
Wojo didn’t want to chat first because it would inevitably lead to talk about Pam, and he didn’t know what to think about her. Had she dumped him? Or were they on the verge of engagement? Was she mad at him? Maybe he should ask her to move in with him? But then it’d look like he was demanding sex without an offer of marriage. Wojo wanted that very badly, which was why he don’t wanna ask for it. A man can’t ask for what he wants, he gotta earn it.
From Wojo the Bricklayer
Women do that, they eat quick if they’re gonna dump you so they can leave right away if things get awkward. She did kiss him goodbye, but sometimes women do that, they do kiss a fellah after dumping him. Wojo done misread the signals on that before.
“I just… I want to know that this relationship is going somewhere,” Pam said. She said more, but her voice faded to the back of Wojo’s consciousness.
Did she know? Wojo hung his head low. He sensed that she knew about the night with Belinda. Wojo still felt guilty about it. Or maybe she sensed that he had been was planning on proposing to her tonight. How could she know? He never told anyone. Her wanting a commitment tonight made it more difficult to propose, though he couldn’t put his finger on why.
“I, uh… I like you a lot, Pam,” he said. He licked his teeth. He wanna propose to her.
But was it too early? She might think he’s a jerk, that he’s pushing her into it. A parta him knew that was ridiculous, she was literally telling him she wanted a commitment.
But what if she said no? What if she didn’t wanna marry a bricklayer? Maybe she wanted a man with a proper career, like an accountant or engineer or something. He was just a retarded-ass crayon-eating Marine. Bet!
In the end, Wojo was paralyzed, and he ain’t really say nothing before kissing her goodbye. He didn’t even know what happened there. Did she dump him? Wojo felt like an idiot. Did he have to ask her if he was dumped?
She done scarf down her grilled chicken. That could be a sign she dumped him. Women do that, they eat quick if they’re gonna dump you so they can leave right away if things get awkward. She did kiss him goodbye, but sometimes women do that, they do kiss a fellah after dumping him. Wojo done misread the signals on that before.
At no point did she say he was dumped, he thought. So he could treat that as not a dumping.
He was glad he didn’t propose though. It’d be awkward as hell if he proposed and she said no and then dumped him. It was better to just not let anything happen. Let the status quo remain.
From Wojo the Bricklayer
Men must risk, so that women don’t have to.
Pastor Steve said. “The good Lord above wants you to take a risk, Frank. Men must risk, so that women don’t have to.”
From Wojo the Bricklayer
That was the whole point of filling a cantina with beautiful women in skimpy clothes, after all. They were here to tantalize and tease. Ernie was a deadbeat not because he stared but because he did not hide it. The worst thing a man can do to a woman is respond to her provocations.
The other men in the bar snuck leers at the women too. That was the whole point of filling a cantina with beautiful women in skimpy clothes, after all. They were here to tantalize and tease. Ernie was a deadbeat not because he stared but because he did not hide it. The worst thing a man can do to a woman is respond to her provocations.
From Max the Beach Bum
A good man’s code was ’bout defending women ‘gainst the fellers who ain’t got the good man’s code. Sometimes even the men who talked like they respected women was the ones who least respect ’em.
A good man’s code was ’bout defending women ‘gainst the fellers who ain’t got the good man’s code. Sometimes even the men who talked like they respected women was the ones who least respect ’em.
From Buck the Workin’ Man
“If you a man, you gotta protect yaself. If you can’t, you either pay someone else to or you ain’t gonna be protected,” he said. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong wit’ payin’ for protection.”
Adam sat up. “I asked if guys did it willingly. If somebody’s making you pay protection money, that’s not willing,” he said.
Buck shrugged. “If you a man, you gotta protect yaself. If you can’t, you either pay someone else to or you ain’t gonna be protected,” he said. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong wit’ payin’ for protection.”
From Buck the Ex-Con
It looked like a Nickelodeon show had exploded, with perky young bodies and skinny arms everywhere, haircuts more complex than any man had a right to.
This college party had been a bunch of skinny bozos, he thought. It looked like a Nickelodeon show had exploded, with perky young bodies and skinny arms everywhere, haircuts more complex than any man had a right to. College boys, Avery thought, were pansies these days. What happened to the days when college boys lifted weights and grew their hair long? That was nice.
From Dubcon Alphas
You spend all day telling them how to spend their life just so you can go home to what I’m guessing is a sad little apartment all by yourself, microwave a sad little TV dinner, lift your little weights like a fucking convict. Hey, how much furniture do you have that isn’t a bench press?
Thickman growled, making that mustache shake. “I ain’t bullyin’ no one. You a grown man. Kinda.” He throatily chuckled.
“Okay, well, I’ve had enough of that. I am a man, you piece of shit. At least I’m man enough to pursue my own life instead of domineering some fucking college boys. You spend all day telling them how to spend their life just so you can go home to what I’m guessing is a sad little apartment all by yourself, microwave a sad little TV dinner, lift your little weights like a fucking convict. Hey, how much furniture do you have that isn’t a bench press?”
From The Basketball Coach
Vietnam was like a stencil in his mind, inscribing itself upon a’ry sensation that sat still long ’nuff.
The jailhouse seemed solitatious and dark, cavernous in its stillness, the air moist and dense. T’was silent, yet Buck heard the jungle crickets and screeching nightbirds of Vietnam. He knewed them sounds wasn’t real, but he ain’t pluss ’bout it. Buck got composure, that was why. A man’s gotta have composure. Anytime the world quieted, his mind ran o’er with memories, rearing they head whenever nothing real could muscle ’em out. Vietnam was like a stencil in his mind, inscribing itself upon a’ry sensation that sat still long ’nuff.