I’m 23 and a virgin and I just want to know what it feels like for a guy I mean I hear it’s the best feeling in the world but that hardly describes it and I’m not attractive enough to experience it so I’d like someone to explain it to me

Edit: apparently it’s clear that I don’t deserve to be with a woman and as much as that sucks I have to accept it

I'm all for canceling people. I think it's hilarious actually; some dumb pop singer posts the n word to twitter 9 years ago and now they have to do a whole extravagant routine of apology tweets and "woe-is-me" posts. But this whole JK Rowling thing proves that you can't even SLIGHTLY rock the liberal boat, especially with already extremely sensitive fans like Potterheads.

All because what? JK Rowling posted to her blog that she has always supported the trans movement her entire life, but has met friends in the medical and research field and now understands why the difference between sex and gender should be respected MEDICALLY. I thought you assholes were the "listen to the scientists" lot. Every article I read is just bitching and pissing about what a "bigot" she is for being fucking smarter than you people apparently.

Now I might never get to watch the shitty HP television show, thanks babies

Edit: I'm not saying she can't be criticized, but people demanded an apology letter from the studio handling the new Harry Potter game and reassurance that she wouldn't be involved at all, and now they say that HBO shouldn't give her a spot for a new television show. That's not criticism.

Edit 2: people keep pointing out that I find cancel culture funny, but then defend jk rowling. Just to be clear, this post isn't about defending JK rowling, it's about what if I just wanna enjoy a harry potter video game without people breathing down my fucking neck. I'm all for cancel culture when it holds people accountable to their actions, not when you use it to shut out opinions you don't like

I'm not editing this post again. Keep calling me a hypocrite for thinking cancel culture is funny, when you're all so focused on fucking over harry potter instead of say someone like Cardi B who openly admitted to drugging and robbing multiple men

My mom says “Mother Humper” in place of “mother fucker” and it’s disturbing. I needed to put that out in the universe.

Every public area is filthy, polluted with litter, and there are intimidating adult males loitering. I did not feel safe taking the metro They do not speak French or English. WTF that was disappointing and I regret wasting time in Paris.

No matter where you go in reddit there are Americans. News are about america, political themes are about america - I'm so damn tired of all this! Why do i always get told about a world that is not mine? Of course it's important to know what's going on. But at this point I hear more about america than i hear about my own country and the rest of the world combined, when the talks aren't about china or Russian hackers

I don't want this anymore. I don't want to have a view where i hate the police because in america they are shit. I don't want to hear about tuition costs and american lives when they are vastly different from those around me. I'm tired of hearing about medical bills oe whatever. I just wish america didn't exist and that j could actually see something beyond it

I swear to god that sub is so toxic. They claim to be 'non-biased' and 'on the fence', While being the most biased people ever. Most popular posts consist of a misleading title, a dumb article, and the most biohazardous comment section ever. People on Reddit literally cannot hold a civil debate without screeching at each other. I also seemed to notice that they love downvoting other opinions to oblivion and even censoring them. It's the most 'orange man bad' sub I've ever seen. It's literally worse than actually dedicated subs. I know this will be downvoted to hell, but it's my opinion, so please respect it.

I'm sorry if the formatting is off, English isn't my first language.

Update: holy shit my inbox’s Asshole is ripped. I just wanted to say that I’m not trying to take sides here. Both parties are guilty of being toxic. Also, I’m not even a trumpie. I should have written this better so it’s not misleading.

I try not to stir the pot, I keep my head down and try to just browse the posts I enjoy. I have my views, people have theirs, and I'm fine with that. But I can't browse popular without seeing a million posts about 'antivaxxers' dying. The Herman Cain award sub is the worst, just a bunch of people dehumanizing and laughing at other people's misfortune and agonizing deaths. When I see the screenshots of people posting on their deathbeds, then see hate-filled comments of people saying they deserved to die I just can't shake off that dirty feeling. That there are so many thousands of people who get enjoyment knowing someone they disagree with died, is nothing short of sickening. I don't know how those subs are allowed to exist here, let alone be a staple of the popular feed.

Edit: it appears there was a screenshot of my post in r/hermancainaward and now they're basically brigading. How fitting.

I (20 F) have been dating Liam (21 M) for 3 years. Our parents knew each other and we had been friends since childhood. He was socially anxious so I was always there for him whether it was correcting his order when the waiter got it wrong or standing up for him when people talked badly about him. We both had feelings for each other and got together during our senior year. Fast foward to three years later. I was working an overnight shift and it was getting really dark. I didn’t feel safe walking home alone so I called Liam to pick me up. Since the diner I worked at wasn’t far, Liam walked there. When we were walking home three drunk men who were probably around 40 started following us and making comments about my body. Liam didn’t say anything, his hands were shaking. He started walking faster in order to avoid the men. I followed behind trying to catch up to him but then one of the men grabbed me by the wrist. I screamed in horror, catching Liam’s attention. Liam stopped walking and turned around to look at me. His eyes widened in fear but he didn’t say or do anything even when I was shouting his name and begging him to help me. He stood frozen as the men began doing horrible things to me that I’d rather not get into. I had never sobbed so much in my life and I kept screaming Liam’s name, hoping he’d help me but he didn’t. When the men left, I sat there, staring at the ground, silent. I ran out of tears to cry so I was just staring at the ground trying to process what just happened. Liam ran to me, sobbing and repeatedly apologizing. He wrapped his arms around me but I immediately pulled away from him, flinching at his touch. I felt disgusted by his touch, by his tears, he disgusted me. I wanted to throw up. I felt more hatred towards him than I did towards the men who assaulted me. I ran away from him and called my older brother, Kyle (26 M) to come get me. He let me stay in his place and took care of me. I removed Liam’s phone number from my contacts, blocked him, and I unfollowed him on social media. Me and Liam shared an apartment together so Kyle went to the apartment to get my stuff. Liam showed up at Kyle’s place wanting to talk to me but Kyle told him to fuck off and punched him in the face. Liam, being the coward he was, gave up after that. Kyle told our parents and Liam’s parents about what happened and they were furious as well. Liam’s parents called me apologizing. I told them it wasn’t their fault and Liam was responsible for his own actions. After picking myself back up I began working again. Kyle let me stay with him until I saved up enough money to rent my own apartment. Liam visited me outside of the diner i worked at one time and that’s when I straight up told him that I wanted him out of him life. He began sobbing, telling me how sorry he was and how much he hated himself for what happened but I didn’t care. I walked past him, leaving him sobbing on his knees. I now have my own apartment. Unfortunately, my parents ended up forgiving Liam so he still goes to family gatherings but whenever he goes I don’t go.

I (36F) lost custody of my children to my husband (34M) because I am/was addicted to my phone and social media. My therapist suggested writing about this might help me heal and work through what is going on with my life.

We were married almost 11 years. He first started saying something about my phone usage about 3 years ago. That led to a fight where I basically voiced all of my insecurities and blamed my phone usage on my husband.

I told him that he didn’t spend enough time with me. I told him that I knew he didn’t find me attractive. I told him that I knew he settled. And it was his fault I used my phone because he didn’t give me enough attention.

That only made the problem worse because he was quick to point out all the times that we were supposed to be spending time together while I was actually just staring at my phone. So he started pausing movies and TV shows when I was looking at my phone. I would go upstairs to the bedroom and ask him to change the TV to something that I wanted to watch and then I would immediately just stare at my phone. So he started staying downstairs until I was asleep.

Each time I would get up to use the restroom at night, I would spend at least 10 minutes in the bathroom on my phone and then I would get back into bed and look at it for another few minutes. I couldn't unload the dishwasher without looking at my phone more than a few times. My phone was the biggest thing in my life.

This would become a big fight every 3-4 months until the last time when I said some things that I will regret forever. I told him I knew he didn’t love me. I told him that he never took photographs of me because he didn’t find me pretty. He never took photos of me and our children because he didn’t like me and he was ashamed of me. That was basically the end.

He went and got his tablet and showed me hundred of pictures that he took. There was me and the children and the dogs and some with me and the children and my aunt’s horses. And in every single one of the pictures I was there in the background with my neck bent starting at my phone. Whether it was outside or in our home I always had that phone in my face.

Then he showed me the videos and I couldn’t stop crying. Videos of my youngest daughter saying “mommy” or “I have to potty” over and over again while I was laying on the couch with my phone. All right there on a little SD card in our living room.

And all this time he has been the primary caregiver and domestic caretaker. He gets the kids up, feeds them, and takes them to school. I pick them up in the afternoons while he cooks dinner and cleans. He bathes them and got them ready for bed. I went in each time and spent a few minutes with them and said “I love you.”

After the pictures and videos incident, things were calm for less than a month before we finally split. I called from work and asked him to make a specific dish for dinner. He said that he already had another dish planned and meat thawed. But I insisted and he budged. He went to Fred Meyer’s and got the groceries and made the meal. It was ready 5 minutes after I walked in the door with the kids. And then I sat on the toilet for 45 minutes with my phone and when I came out him and the kids were gone. The meal was on the stove cold.

He didn’t answer my call. He texted and said they would be at the library until it was time for bath. I got the papers 2 days later.

Not going to go into all the details but I’m sad. I see the children whenever I want as I moved less than .5 mile away. He doesn’t want to keep the children away from me, but he said that if he’s not going to let them be neglected. I cry every day. I’m not sure what benefit I will receive from sharing this but I hope this helps someone else who might be experiencing the same thing. My therapist says social media addiction is real and triggers dopamine just like any other addiction. I’m afraid one of my coworkers is making the same mistakes, but I am too afraid and ashamed to say anything to her.

Only my mom knows the real reason we split. I don’t know what to tell everyone else.

I see so many men asking women for advice on dating, fashion, etc. It’s sad because these are things that our fathers were supposed to teach us, and they failed. For the longest time, I resented men because my father never taught me many of the things that are important about life. In my mental health struggles, I preferred female therapists over male because I needed someone to coddle me. Then I realized that I wasn’t making any progress, so then I started seeing male therapists.

Women have their own path to walk, and so do men. We’re different, we play different roles in society. Therefore, men who are struggling need to find men who are successful and ask them for advice. Women cannot give you whatever it is that you need in your life.

EDIT: I see a lot of ppl misunderstanding me and making weird ass reaches so let me explain the part about the therapist. I don’t think I was clear. What I meant to say was that, I’ve had female therapists who coddled me in the past, and I got comfortable with that — that’s just my experience. That approach didn’t help me. So I figured that I’d try a male therapist because they would have a different approach. The male touch for a man is just different, I honestly dk how to explain it.

EDIT: Also, I will continue roasting and blocking ppl if they can’t make intelligent points. Die mad.

Look I’ve worked with and known plenty of people who had all sorts of pronouns. Most of them are super great people and I have no problem calling them whatever they want. I may not agree with, believe, or understand your pronouns, and you may not agree with, believe, or understand my religion, but as humans there’s a mutual level of respect there. But if you’re going to tell me to call you something, and then turn and talk like I’m a homophobic POS right after because I’m a Christian, or because I slipped up once, why on EARTH should I respect what you want if you don’t respect me at all.

I'm not saying this because he's my son, but he's an exceptionally good-looking guy. He's bisexual but he's always wanted to be a woman. A couple of months ago he shaved his beard and I applied makeup on his face, and when he looked in the mirror he was like '' oh God mum, look how beautiful I already am, imagine how beautiful I'll be after HRT '' and that was the moment I realised I couldn't stop him, but at the same time his smile made me feel so happy for him. He's starting HRT soon and I'm going to give him the money for vaginoplasty and voice feminisation surgery since he's in University and doesn't have time for a job.

I wish he would keep on being a man, I created a very beautiful man, but if he wants to be a beautiful woman then I'm happy for him. Being a man does not make him happy and as a mother your son's/daughter's happiness is what comes first.

He already said that after the two surgeries he wants a cheesecake and celebrate with Taylor Swift songs who has been his '' woman idol '' since he was younger.

UPDATE: I misgendered him throughout the whole post because he himself said that it would be unnecessary to call him a she already. He's perceived as a man by society, by University professors, friends etc. calling him a she now would only cause confusion during the day.

UPDATE: I really hate being unkind but it's pathetic how someone posts something on here then people from the other side of the world who don't have a clue call you '' fAkE '' and everyone agrees. Like, he shaved his beard and I remember I personally applied applied makeup on his face and then someone from 3000 miles away says '' ThIs Is fAkE, KaRmA FaRmInG ''. I guess you know better than me.

feminists call for EQUALITY for both genders. disrespecting men, violating their rights,hurting their feelings and abusing them just to prove your "strength" is not helping with your situation as a woman. and shouldn't be supported 🛑edit1: for clarity i didn't mean women destroying society i mean the whole situation of misunderstood feminism and the fights going about it and sorry for exaggerating with the word destroy....ruin social peace ✌️ 🛑edit 2: since some of u guys get me wrong, me not mentioning the violations men do and how they treat women doesn't mean i don't see it and I'm TOTALLY AGAINST IT and i don't hate women. I don't hate anyone. I'm a woman, i stand for both men and women and I've seen all the possible ways men hurt women i was just talking about the specific point i mentioned earlier because it's been on my mind for quite a while

I will never be the object of lust of a woman. A woman will never get anxious with what she should text me. A girl won't even ever text me, to begin with. Man, I'll fucking die alone. The concept of going to parties and picking up people from the opposite gender is so alien to me. Fuck.

I never thought I’d be in this situation, but here I am. I’m in my 20s and an in-person sex worker, and I’m currently seeing both a married man and his wife—separately. Neither of them seems to know that the other is also one of my clients.

It started a few months ago when the husband first booked me. He was charming, polite, and seemed to genuinely enjoy our time together. It wasn’t long before he became a regular. He talked about his wife when we were in the afterglow about how she was distant and they could never agree on how to have sex and how they both spoke over each other all the time, how it was nice to be listened to and be able to take charge in bed. He also said he loved her so much as a person and that he never wanted to leave her. He showed me pictures of their dogs and the way he spoke about her was so tender. A few weeks later, I got a new booking from a woman who turned out to be his wife. I didn’t realize it at first, but once I saw the lock screen on her phone, a photo of the two of them together, it clicked. She’s his wife. She too spoke about how it was nice to be able to take charge, how her husband wasn't into pegging or any of the activities she enjoyed, but that she loved him as a person and didn't want to leave him.

At first, I was a little surprised. I’m just doing my job and both of them claimed they could afford my fees, they always paid in full. They're both attentive lovers, although I can see what the discord is in their relationship. Both of them are dominant in bed, and neither of them feels comfortable submitting to their partner's (obviously) strong desires to be the one domming. They clearly both have needs that aren’t being met, and who am I to judge or interfere?

As for now I'm just taking the cash they give and keep quiet. It feels to me like the only thing missing in their marriage is good sex where each of them can have what they want. They both seem like nice people who are struggling to have what they want in a relationship where they love their partner but hate the sex they're having.

Last night, the husband and I had a "date" and I asked about his wife. He told me he didn't know what was wrong in their sex life and he didn't know how to fix it. I comforted him and listened to his struggle. He then asked me if I would feel comfortable doing threesomes. I said yes. I have been booked by more than one person before. He said he would talk about it with his wife and said he hoped that it could fix their sex life.

I'm sweating bullets. I don't know what I'll do about it if there ever comes a time when they decide to book me together. It feels messy, it feels strange. But if you asked me honestly, I feel like seeing me as a couple may work for them, they obviously have so much romantic love for each other. I hope they can work out their messy sex life.

I’m a straight White male to be clear.

I’ve had coworkers tell me (to my face)I only got the job because I’m a privileged White male, that he wishes all the ‘old White guys’ would die off because the world would be a ‘better place’ and (just yesterday) that he (a gay male) doesn’t like working with straight guys cause he finds them ‘strange’.

Now I honestly don’t get offended but I AM offended that they can say these things to my FACE and know there won’t be repercussions. If I said the same thing about gay people, black people, or any other minority (even though I am a minority in my profession) I’d be fired before you could snap your fingers.

I know there wouldn’t be a repurcussions cause I reported the guy who wished death on old White Guys and guess what he got? A slap on the wrist and ‘keep those things out of the workplace’. Not fair. Meanwhile I am scared to death cause a white female coworker got fired for simply making a comment about a black woman’s hair. And I know this is not every industry but my industry is absolutely like this (I wont say what it is but you could probably guess if you went through my post history)

And I know the rationality. We are seen as the ‘privileged’ race/sex/sexuality and that makes it okay because It’s ‘punching up’. Sorry but in my honest opinion it isn’t okay to generalize no matter who we’re talking about. And if we’re making jokes about peoples’ race it should be either all okay or all not okay. That is true equality.

Edit: Thanks for the kind words and DMs.. just had a rough day at work today and it means a lot. I appreciate you all :)

Quick preface so you guys don't put me on the wrong side, I've been careful about COVID ever since they politely asked for social distancing. I was the first around me to wear a mask as soon as I got my hands on one, I never cheated during lockdown, and I got my 2 doses of Pfizer as early as I could based on my age group. I never caught the virus.

I've seen multiple "COVID-defier dies" posts on r/all this browsing session, and... I actually feel bad for them. I'm not feeling like the top comments who crack jokes or basically say "serves them right". I'm just sad.

Their last moments before getting this virus that eventually killed them was just them being blinded by misinformation, by conspiracy theories, by this fantasy of them against the government trying to take over their rights to their own bodies. They thought they were entering a dystopia, and it was up to them to wake the world up.

Who are we to laugh at people who already paid that harsh of a price for being wrong?

Who are we to act all high and mighty, because someone was manipulated so hard by plain evil misinformation that they died?

I actually feel bad for all these dead people who just get looked down upon on Reddit. I wish they could've learned what's best in a softer way than this, now people around them just lost someone they enjoyed being around. It's a whole life that was cut short because of one deception.

They were fooled, but at the end of the day these are human beings who fucked up and paid the ultimate price for it. No more lessons to learn, no more outgrowing past mistakes. They're just dead. They're not extras in a movie: they had loved ones, things they were going after in life, favorite things... All those things that made them as unique as you are. All gone.

Please pay them some respect despite their fuck-ups. Direct your venom at the deceivers. Thank you.

EDIT: Thanks for the support, sometimes private, but also for the solid discussions I've had in this thread with people who don't completely agree. At the end of the day, I'm not asking for anyone to cry over their deaths, but indifference could be the high road.

Let it be known that I'm also annoyed that they're holding us back when it comes to going back to normal safely. If there's a point I want you guys to take away from this post, one to focus on, it's that you can resist this urge to be mean, even on the internet where it's tempting because you're anonymous.

This all just happened and i’m at a lost of words for it.

I’ll make this short.

This happened yesterday where me(13M) and my brother (23M) were just joking around and he randomly called me babe. This caught me off guard because it’s not like him to say weird stuff like this and he usually understands boundaries. I responded by saying “What?” and he said “Yeah, babe.” After his confirmation of what he said I told him that what he said was creepy and weird. I don’t what came over me but I just started running to my mom’s room to tell her and i guess he knew what I was trying to do and chased after me and put me in the chokehold so i could say anything. I think the craziest part about this all is the fact the my mom didn’t even tell him to stop, in fact she watched all of this happen. She literally watched as he choked me out so I wouldn’t say anything. When I could finally get a word out about he called me babe she just said, “So?” After that my brother let me go and only asked her. “What did you say?” she just said “What do you want me to do about it?” My whole image of my mother changed as she said this, I was never on amazing terms with my mom but this really made me think if I was genuinely assaulted would she really value my safety? I just didn’t respond and when to sleep with more door locked. After I woke up my brother was acting extremely weird by being super touchy. Im keeping as much distance as I can from him right now, I don’t want to get any one involved right now because he’s my brother and I really do love him but if he tries anything i’m not gonna be quiet about it.

I use to never feel bad about my body count until men make me feel bad about it. I had a lot of men make me feel bad about my body count including my husband. I really am just convinced most men just care about body count for some reason because I just never met a guy that wasn’t ever bothered by a girls high body count

So by the age of 23 my body count was in the early 30s. No particular reason other than I was young and having fun and exploring my sexuality and options. It’s kind of funny because when I try to add girls in my body count all the men say that doesn’t count so my body count not including women is around the 30s

Every guy I’ve dated asked me my body count and sometimes guys I just hook up with also ask about my body count. I’ve always been honest because I don’t think that’s a thing to lie about. When I was just dating my husband he was shocked about my body count and he was turned off by it and made a joke about me being for the streets but he never really mentioned my body count again until after marriage a few times when it came up in conversation like him taking about how much fun I had when I was in college. But the thing is his body count isn’t that low either. His is 10 and I know compared to mine that’s nothing but he’s acting like he’s inexperienced when that’s not the case

Anyways we moved back to my home town and it’s a really small town and my community is super judgmental and I did go around my town when I was younger and people talk and gossip and my husband is repulsed all over again. He called me “the towns slut.” On top of that he also cheated on me with some random girl that’s been sliding in his DMs. Trust me I’m not calm I’m just typing so it’s hard for anyone to see my frustration and this happened 2 months ago so I had time to process and go to therapy

He cheated on me because he felt like he gets a free pass because I slept with a lot of men BEFORE I met my husband. How does that make sense? It doesn’t. I’m devastated. On top of that we have a family, we have 2 children

My husband cheated on me yet I feel like I’m the one to blame for sleeping with a lot of men in the past. I never felt bad for doing that but I feel like something is wrong with me. My husband says I have daddy issues but I don’t. I have a father in my life and my dad is actually a good father too. I don’t know why it’s just hard to believe that some girls like to have sex and can enjoy sex with strangers and have sex with no commitment especially when we are young

My husband says he will still stayed married to me but he’s going to step out and cheat on me from time to time. He wants a semi open relationship where I stay loyal and he gets to fuck whoever he wants whenever he wants but this honestly hurts my feelings so much I just love my husband so much and I don’t want to share him

My feelings are very hurt. Yesterday, you couldn't even get me a bottle of water. But no matter when I'm sick, sleepy, angry, mad or busy, I'm ALWAYS there for you. You don't know how much of a struggle things have been all your life. Because I made sure you had everything you ever needed and wanted. I didn't have that. My parents didn't raise me. Grandma Alice did. That's why I call her Mama. Even if no one else is there, I'm at EVERY performance or whatever cheering you on. It's not appreciated. I can't even get you to clean up for MONEY! Sometimes, I wonder if you love me. I certainly don't think I'm gonna be taken care of when I get too sick or too old to care for myself because you couldn't even get me water! The cat was more important than me. I've done all I can for you without complaining. When I went to the hospital, the first and only person I thought about was you. What would you do if I was gone? Who would take care of you? He needs me here. But at times, I really don't even think you care. And all I wanted to give you was what I never had-love, consistency, a trust-worthy parent that listened. But it's not appreciated. I don't think I've ever even gotten a gift from you. Not a homemade picture, nothing. No notes to look at. Nothing. My own son is doing me like everyone else in this world I love. And that hurts and cuts the DEEPEST. Do you care?

This right here is manipulation at its finest.

This is just an angry vent. My story: I (30M) have always been a loner. Was never able to make friends, and by age of 20, I accepted my reality of being an outcast. Then in 4th year of college, I tried something new, made a few friends and changed my personality a bit. I was invited to a party (June 8) and since it fell close to my b'day (22), decided to attend and celebrate for first time. It was first time I tried any alcohol and went blackout before I knew it. Next day woke up with extremely bad headache but my friend was congratulating me with excitement. I asked him the reason and was told that I slept with a pretty girl. Now in my culture, sex before marriage is looked down upon and I too was saving myself up for it. I felt disgusted and violated as I never consented for this. Why was he being so happy?

Anyways, imagine my shock when the girl claimed she is pregnant and it's mine. It caused a scandal and I was suspended from college. Her family filed the "R" case against me. In India, only women can file and not men, but I still feel it was me who was assaulted. I was convicted and spent 3 years in hell. Prisoners don't look kindly towards rapists in jails here. Also my parents disowned me (who wouldn't?). Lastly I will have to pay child support till my son gets 18. I know it's not his fault, but I can't stop hating him, nor his mom, and neither my parents. Getting a job is the hardest thing, so 40% of the wage I earn goes to his mother (I have to pay arrears starting from his birth, hence the higher %). I feel guilty for hating a small child, but can't stop it. The feeling that he's the cause of my misery, never goes away. Feel free to judge me. But yeah, that's my shitty story .

The world's falling apart and everybody my age is sitting around on TikTok. The economy is falling apart, the world is on the brink of war, and you're worried about the amount of likes you get on social media. What a joke

I don't have an opinion on abortion but if you want me to take a side I'll go for pro-choice. It's their body their choice and I agree 100% but what about the man? Women have total monopoly over who gets born and who does not (if god doesn't intervene) and men have to dance at the beat played by the women. If the man wants the child and the women does not, then she can get it abroted without any permisson from the man and it should be that way because it's their body but what if it's the other way? If the man does not want the child and the women does, what should he do? Suck it up and pay? No, it's not fair to man that they are strapped to the responsibility of the baby while the women has the option to dodge the responsibility. If the man disappear from the life of the child then he is a deadbeat loser. In both scenario, the man and the women are just trying to dodge responsibility, while one is called brave, the other is called a deadbeat. If women are able to abort the child she did not want, then a man should be able to absolve himself of any responsibility of the child he did not want, which includes child support. If you think I am wrong then perhaps WE are wrong.

If are going to comment "Don't have sex if you don't want to get anybody pregnant" that's the arguement pro-life folks use and if you say "Should have used contrceptives" it's also the arguement pro-life people make and contraceptives don't work always.

Edit: just wanna say that the father should cut himself off from the begining, not after two years of being the father and should sign away his rights to child.

ps fuck you if you think a man should pay for a child he did not want. FUCK YOU! And fuck you if you think abortion is not dodging responsibility in many cases, there are exceptions but not many. If it's rape, incest or potential harm to the mother then I agree it's not dodging responsibility, rest everything pretty much is. And again just to make it clear, I AM NOT AGAINST ABORTION, I AM AGAINST MAKING MEN PAY FOR A CHILD HE DID NOT WANT.

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