Men: The Oppressed Gender

Men: The Oppressed Gender

Give reasons why you think you are oppressed as a Male.

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In what country do you ask this about? The laws are different in each country.

well, i'm not oppressed because i don't give a fuck about this crap.

Reason #1:

People think is somehow okay to hit a Boy outside of self-defense.

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The biggest oppression I can think of is the lack of ability of self expression. As a white male in basically disallowed to have a valid opinion on anything pertaining to race or gender, especially in the case that I've been treated unfairly.
I've engaged in multiple discussions where my opinion was simply dismissed because of my race and gender.

Reason #2:

Nobody will listen, when a boy cries "sexism".

All countries welcome.

Good.

Milk?

This.

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i think.

Who are you?

Keep in mind; Nobody here thinks Women are inferior.

This is completely true, I personally believe this is caused by blind apologists from the baby boomer and millennial generations brain washing their kids to believe that stating your opinion about a person of a non-white race is racist. They're so quick to try to punish that they forget that they are doing the exact same thing. Its sad really...

>Nobody here thinks women are inferior
Ummm... speak for yourself night whiteknight

Reason #3:
Men are seen as creepy for acting like girls.

Get out Male Supremacist.

I'm gay, and she's a lesbian.

You have to pay child support if you get raped and she gets pregnant, even if you're underage.

a glass of milk.

This is a good one

Man aren't supreme. We are not tacos.

Can we at least be nachos?

Your trigger is showing m8

Men aren't Oppressed
Men get challenges in life to either overcome to become stronger or be crushed.

Such is life.

Nacho supreme is accepablay

Women just need to stop presenting themselves as challenges

you are adorable, cute little thing.

not creepy

Your arrogance is showing virgin.
lemme guess your crush doesn't like you and she and all other women are inferior because of it? what a faggot.

Thanks :D!

Men don't make as much money as women in the porn industry

been taking your meds like a good boy?

cock

when im walking down the sidewalk (or more importantly on campus), especially at night, I feel afraid passing a lone woman since I may get pepper sprayed or have the police called on me

I'm not, I live in a first world country, no one's oppressed.

cock.

Incorrect.
Women can do what they want, and men can do as well. Consequences are different for every human dependent on unique situational factors.

Men and women both challenge each other.

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New one.
Good one.

Is that hormone therapy?

All sarcasm aside, i kinda do too

I'm scared of passing both males and females.

have you tried walking with a buddy to help you feel safe?

That's because nobody watches porn for the men

>hrt?
yup!

i dont give a shit about any male

most men these days, especially on my campus, are just your typical entitled swag fags anyway

when it comes to women though, a sex which I genuinely hate overall, I avoid them like the plague because I know how easily I can go to prison for doing absolutely nothing

I know this from experience and therefore have become a "redpiller" if you will

I hate the title and genuinely wish I could find a woman that wasn't a fucking retard, but my time and effort is better fit in making money and doing whatever the fuck I want in life rather than sitting at home watching GOT, eating mac and cheese and wondering when the next fight will start

i do
CFNM is my jam

I'll do it next album.
I need my masculine hormones this album.

>album
how neat what do you play?

man are not free about child, you can't say to a woman "you must abort".
well, i can only stab her in the stomach, i guess.

triggered.

abortions are kinda invasive and suck if you dontwantthem

why dont you get castrated?

youtube.com/watch?v=lIxK2-1rK9U

well, what if i don't want ? sodomy is still a good way.

weirdness level has risen above sissy spacek - self titled album

Mainly, because any random Bitch can become a stripper and make a thousand bucks a week easily. Pisses me off.

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see
you dont hvae to give up your stripper dreams

Hug for you.

Because honestly that is a sad truth that i even i feel.

I wish i could make thousand a week being a stripper.

I gotta hear that one.

good thread.

good thread.

Oppression generally implies that an authority class is knowingly and purposefully diminishing the rights of any other class. With that in mind, there are very few classes or groups that are actually oppressed in the West.

Women: The only remaining oppression of women is in reproductive rights, and only in some portions of the West. That's it. There are no other authoritative rights violations toward women. Feminists are pretty much just professional whiners.

Men: Child custody - women are, by default, given child custody preference by the courts. Criminal sentencing - Men generally receive much longer prison sentences for identical crimes. Reproductive rights - the only really viable method of reproductive choice for a man is abstinence, or whatever the woman chooses (solution: let women choose to have an abortion during the first 2 trimesters, without question, and let men renounce any parenting rights/responsibilities in the same time period). Education - boys a re punished for male behavior in schools, competition is being stifled, and the performance of boys and college men has suffered greatly.

Trans: There might be oppression, but it is not really systemic on a large scale. Most questionable laws are really ploys to accomplish other means. And I don't think designating a bathroom by the junk in your pants counts as oppression.

Blacks (and other minorities): Literally nothing on a large enough scale to be considered actual oppression. Our authoritative systems are set up precisely to favor minorities. Some say there is still oppression in the implementation of the law, but considering the amount and types of crimes generally committed, there is no demonstrable contemporary oppression.

Whites. No real oppression. Even if some systems are set up to favor minorities, they generally use private funds and means to do so. So it is not oppression.

Gay: Not a damn thing, anymore. Good for the West.

Straight: None

>trans: there might be oppression, but it is not really systemic on a large scale.

oh my fair sweet summer child.

>Nacho supreme is accepablay

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“Johnny, could you help me out for a second?” Susan’s voice vibrated on his wrist. It took him a moment to realize he was being spoken too. He looked down at the watch to see where she was calling from. The lab, obviously. He should have known she wanted him to test some nonsense.

“I’ll be there in a second, okay?” He pushed himself up off the tangle of sheets on his bed, pushing aside crumpled porno magazines and candy bar wrappers. He hopped onto the carpet and stepped over Dukey’s sleeping form.

As he left the room, he thought for a moment what it was like to still be a lab rat at fourteen. When he was eleven it was fun to travel around the town and fight the military and various trouble makers with his sisters and dog. Now, in the beginning of his High School years it was becoming stressful. Mutant farts were no longer attractive when you wanted to get laid.

He walked down the hallway, tracing the outline of the frames on the wall with runaway fingers. Finding himself at the lab door, he typed in the lab code without even thinking about it. The doors opened in the same fashion of the Enterprise and he walked in.

Susan was standing with her back to him, fiddling with a test tube filled with a liquid the same shining shade of sapphire as her eyes. Her deep red hair flowed down her back like velvet. Her lab coat seemed scandalously short and appealing, revealing luscious calves underneath her short blue flared skirt. “Hey Johnny,” his sister peeked at him over her shoulder, peering at him over her oval frames. She smiled at him gently.

Johnny looked around, his flaming hair catching the fluorescent light. “Where’s Mary?” he asked, cautiously, knowing very well that she might have been inside one of the many machines surrounding him in the metallic village. She turned towards him. Her shirt was a simple v-neck tee shirt, but it was tight and low cut. He couldn’t help but notice the generous amount of cleavage as it presented itself.

“She’s presenting plans for our new disintegrating weapon to the military right now. The proposal didn’t require both of us, so I figured I’d stay back and get some work done. You know, be productive?” Susan explicated. She removed her glasses and pulled a small cleaning rag from the breast pocket of her pristine lab coat. Susan cleaned her spectacles gently and replaced them on her nose, “But alas, I need your help.”
He sighed dejectedly without meaning to. “What do you want me to take?” he asked her. She looked at him, frowning slightly.
“No, no Johnny. I don’t need you to test something for me. I’m going to test it, but I want you to tell me if it works.” She explained, simply. He raised an eyebrow inquisitively. Why was he down here if she was going to test it?

He voiced the question, “Why am I down here then, Susan?”

“I’m not explaining this correctly,” she bit her sensuous lip, “Mary and I created a serum that increases the invisible scent of female pheromones. It’s supposed to make you absolutely irresistible to the opposite sex. Mary has ideas of making Gil lust after us.” Susan grinned at him devilishly. Johnny rolled his eyes; he was so tired of hearing about Gil. The blonde skater boy obviously had no interest in the two redhead scientists.

“Then why aren’t you testing this on Gil?”

“It’s only a prototype and I don’t want to test it on Gil yet.” Susan told him, “All you have to do is tell me if I become attractive to you. That’s all and then you can go back to your room to pupate. I’ll even give you twenty dollars.” She curled a stray piece of scarlet around her finger and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

Aw, what the hell. Why not? He nodded. Susan smiled excitedly and clapped her hands. She grabbed the vile and threw her head back, chugging the vile in an instant. She put the vile back and looked at him, wiping a small drip of blue from her lips. Johnny stared at her for a moment. Nothing was happening. It was obviously another one of their failures. He was going to tell her, “Susan, look it’s—”

He stopped speaking.

Something overtook him and he could not find any words. His blue eyes glazed over. “Johnny?” Susan tried to peer into his eyes, but he was looking at her through lust-shaded glasses. His cock sprang to attention. Suddenly, her hair seemed like a halo of crimson and her eyes were deep pools of azure. He could see her nipples peeking through the thin fabric. Was he drooling? He couldn’t tell. She said his name again but all he saw were thick, luscious lips.

He dove on her.

“J—Jo—” he cut her off with his lips on hers forcefully. He could feel her arms trying to push him off of her, but he was stronger. He pushed her back into the lab table, forcing her ass into the edge. She squealed from pain. He kissed her ferociously, licking her lower lip then forcing his tongue into her mouth. He drank her taste. She tried to bite him to force him out of her mouth, but he sighed with pleasure. His cock throbbed against his leg. Johnny winded his fingers around her cherry locks and bit her lips. She sobbed slightly, but an unmistakable sigh escaped her.

He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes momentarily. “Johnny, we can’t do this.” His sister’s eyes were wet with tears. She tried shove him away but he caught her hands and raised him above her head. Gently tipping her chin upwards with his fingers he bit her already purple lips. She screamed. “STOP! Johnny, why are you doing this?”

“It’s you’re experiment Susan. It’s always your mother fucking experiment, isn’t it?” Johnny said, nastily. He couldn’t hide his anger. Years of being embarrassed by her and Mary’s malfunctioning experiments… He was tired of it! “I’m always your lab rat, Susan! Always your little experiment. Well, how about you be my experiment now, huh Susan? How about that?” His cock was close to bursting now, but he managed to control his urges. He was going to take this nice and slow.

Susan was sobbing now. The tears dripping down her face were illuminated behind the lenses of her glasses. She looked absolutely beautiful. Like a crimson haired goddess dressed in white. Not for long. Johnny tore at her lab coat, opening it wider to reveal her tee shirt and short skirt. He wanted the lab coat on and nothing else. He looked around him.

Spotting a pair of scissors on the lab table, Johnny picked them up. Susan’s eyes widened in terror. He placed the scissors below her navel gently. “Stay still,” he whispered. Sliding them up expertly, the flimsy shirt shredded in half and two beautiful breasts popped out. He stopped to admire the silky ivory globes tipped in pink for a moment. He could hear Susan’s heavy breathing as he watched her well-endowed chest heave up and down. “Holy fuck…” he murmured. Johnny closed his eyes for a second and tried to regain control. He could smell something in the air and it was driving him crazy, making his manhood ache with need.

He opened his eyes again and went back to work, crouching down he positioned the scissors at the bottom of the navy skirt. Gently, taking as much care as he could possibly manage, Johnny cut up the skirt to Susan’s sumptuous waist. The tattered fabric fell to the ground to reveal a pair of mint green satin panties with a little bow. They were so cute he could have died. It was then that he realized what the smell was; looking upward at the crotch of the panties he saw a wet patch.

The smell driving him crazy was the scent of his own sister’s pussy.

He set the scissors aside on the ground and pushed his face into Susan’s clothed pussy. A choke escaped her. Even through the fabric Johnny could feel the drip of her arousal on his face. Instinctively, he nipped at her labia through the sheer satin. Above him he could feel his redheaded goddess’ legs going weak. He caught them for her, keeping her upright.

Susan leaned on the lab table for support as Johnny slid her cute panties to her knees, creating sweet, silky bondage and went to work gently spreading open the lips of his sister’s pussy. The soft floral smell enveloped him almost immediately. Intoxicating him like a hard drug. He was addicted to her scent. He could see the wetness gleaming at her hole and gently lapped it up like a kitten. She sighed with newfound pleasure as he explored her inner-walls. Tracing her petal lips with the tip of his tongue, Johnny nibbled and licked the clit gently. A little awkward with his inexperience, he didn’t quite hit the mark every time. But instead of directing him, the ever logical (and also virginal) Susan gyrated herself on his face to get more pleasurable access to his learning tongue.

Her orgasm hit like a ton of bricks. Incoherent in the throes of pleasure, Susan had proceeded to knock the pheromone test tube off the lab table and onto the floor. Eyeing it out of the corner of his eye, Johnny got an idea. Not stopping his tongue movements, he slyly inched his hand over to the ice cold test tube and grabbed it, suddenly shoving into her with force.

Susan contracted on the tube immediately without realizing, or caring, what the cold object contrasting with the heat of her little brother’s tongue might have been. Her moan rattled the beakers. A soft splash of juices coated Johnny’s face and mouth as her orgasm gently subsided with a few last clenches.

>omg, I disagree with you!
>what month is it?
>June?
>you must be a summerfag!

Pulling the slippery test tube out of her and setting it aside, Johnny stood up to face her. Susan blushed intensely and could not look him in the eye. “Better than Gil?” he said spitefully, knowing full well that she had never been with the blonde. Susan frowned and looked away. Johnny smiled evilly and began undoing his pants.

At the snap of the belt buckle Susan looked up at him. Her eyes once again widened in surprise as she watched him take off his pants and boxers. His hard cock popped out, standing at full attention. A small, shining string of precum dripped from the end. “J—Johnny what do you think you’re doing?! You’re crazy if you think I—” he didn’t let her finish.

“I think you’re going to let me do whatever I want. You just let your little brother make you cum and I know you have fucking security cameras in this place. Do you want Mom and Dad seeing what you made poor little Johnny do with you most recent experiment?” he asked innocently, unable to keep the malevolence out of his voice.

“Johnny I don’t understand why you’re doing this…” Susan protested, “I’m sorry for all the years as a lab rat I won’t do it anymore. Let me make a pheromone antidote. Please.”

“No,” Johnny said angrily, “It’s more than that. It’s everything I’ve done for you and you still see me as a little goddamned kid. I’m not a child anymore Susan. You can’t see me as anything other than your little brother.” He sounded hurt and he knew it. Things he didn’t even know he thought were escaping from him. Was it the pheromones talking? No, it was him… maybe he was always in love with Susan and just needed a reason to act on the feelings. Really, how many hundreds of pictures of porn models with straight red hair and glasses did he have upstairs?

Susan looked at him gently, her deep cerulean eyes magnified ten-fold by the lenses of her oval glasses. So fucking beautiful. No more time for talk, he may never have another experiment to blame for something like this again and he wasn’t going to waste it!

Before she knew what was happening he took the two steps between them and was on top of her. The thin fabric of his shirt pressed against her bare breasts. His cock rubbed the soft tuft of crimson above her pussy. He kissed her deeply, tenderly. He took his time on each kiss, taking in the soft feel of her lips and the gentle roll of her tongue and before he could comprehend her actions, she was kissing back. He tugged her closer and made the kiss deeper, deeper, until…

He couldn’t take it anymore.

The heat off of her pussy was coating his cock in moist warmth. It was driving him absolutely insane. Without warning he broke the kiss and moved his hands down her body, laying soft scratches down her navel. She winced slightly, but sighed. He slid her panties off one leg and spread her legs open. She muttered some unheard protests as he positioned his quivering length at her entrance. In one fell swoop he drove into her.

She clutched her eyes closed in pain. He waited a moment until she opened them again to move. He sighed, burying himself in her neck and enveloping himself in her hair as he fucked her. Her pussy was so sweet and lush. It was soft like satin and smooth as butter he thought he might come from just a few strokes.

Lets say you have a male who doesnt work hard, lives with his parents, no college plans, and is anxious around people. Sounds like a loser right?

Lets say i lied, this person is a female, still a loser? Nope, shes just waiting for the right man to come along and sweep her off her feet.

The pressure has always been on men to make something of themselves, even if it means them being unhappy. Thats why theres more homeless men, thats why theres more men committing suicide, thats why theres a draft for males only, and thats why women are granted alimony. It seems like without men, there would be no one taking responsibility for the world.

Most marriages are ended by the woman, who proceeds to take the house, car, and kids, even though the man usually paid for all three. Then half his paycheck for practically the rest of his life as well to keep paying for those in his absence.

The tightness was unbelievable. He bit her neck as he increased the pace, using his hands to grip her buttocks he picked her up and positioned on the very edge of the lab table so that he could drive into her more effectively. Johnny could feel his sister’s nails dig into his buttocks as she clenched down on his hardness. She moved forward, impaling herself on the length. Any protests she may have had were long forgotten.

Her sticky cum dribbled down his cock into his pubic hair. He could hear the arousing slap of skin on skin each time their bodies smashed together in motion.

Susan’s muffled cries alerted him to her. He shook his head from her flowing hair to look in her eyes. She was sobbing too hard to speak, a choked look of shame and unrestrained lust tore her face in half. It was as if he could see her inner-turmoil painted like a mural in her endless eyes. She bit her lip so forcefully one of the bruises he’d left welled back into shining life. It was as if all movement had stopped, though he knew he was still thrusting into her.

Wordlessly, he licked away her tears. They tasted salty, of lust and desire. Of need and fulfillment. Of the present and the future. Kissing her purpled lips with the utmost tenderness, he felt his heart swell. The problem being, it was not only his heart swelling. He gripped her ass tightly and breaking the kiss he whispered, “Sorry for this,”

Susan didn’t get a chance to open her mouth before Johnny pulled out of her and flipped her around. She caught herself on the lab table and it wasn’t long before she felt the swollen head of her brother’s penis at the puckered rosebud of her anus. “Johnny, oh God no… please stop! Please!” she begged uselessly. The scientific fact was: she couldn’t deny that she was still very wet and the lubricant that her brother was using was her own. The fact was, she had read many magazines where the phrase “No” really meant “Yes” and by this point she wasn’t really sure if this was one of those situations or not. She couldn’t finish her thoughts as her loudest scream yet escaped her.

Her tears ran anew as Johnny’s pubescent cock probed her innermost walls with little forgiveness. She could feel herself stretch and rip in ways she’d never truly thought possible and yet… she didn’t want it to stop.

She could feel Johnny’s cock swelling inside her with each stroke, reveling in her tightness. He appreciated her, didn’t he? He found her body beautiful and desirable; she could deduce that from the way he was digging his nails into her hips as he grinded into her. So what if he just so happened to be related to her? Susan didn’t care, anything that felt like this couldn’t be wrong.

One of Johnny’s hands snaked around Susan’s waist to her clit, tickling it gently. A moan escaped her and she clenched without meaning to, eliciting a guttural noise from deep within Johnny. Her brother was becoming animalistic as he neared orgasm. Any signs of gentleness gone, he pounded into her completely on instinct and feeling.

>Lose children in custody
>Women can literally cheat and still win alimony
>Domestic abuse calls make it mandatory to arrest at least one person, mostly the male
>Women can yell and scream in your face and you can't do shit to them
>Can't even open a fucking door for them anymore
>Affirmative action extends mostly to women, minority+woman, welp you take the fucking welfare
>Most "trangenders" are "women" and are currently the only "people" getting rights

Anyone else notice that women were treated the best in the 90s/early 00s????

Susan gripped the lab table white-knuckled, she could feel his nails draw blood as he pummeled her asshole mercilessly. His fingers bruised her clit from the force of their strokes, causing her honeyed wetness to run down her legs with her excitement. Their movements knocked beakers and stands down. Pencils and papers clattered to the floor around them. Susan’s breath began to escape in staccato as she neared her second orgasm when Johnny gave her a hard, vampiric bite on the back of her neck.

Her entire body tightened.

It was that final spasm that sent Johnny Test over the edge into the land of no return. He felt his balls clench as his sperm began to release itself he pulled out of Susan and came on the ivory globes of her ass.

Staring at Susan’s heaving form, scratched, sticky, with a cum covered ass, something seemed missing. He realized it was his mark. If he could never have the pleasure of doing this again, he wanted her to have something to remind her of this day. Quickly, he gripped Susan’s waist and forcefully issued a few, well-placed smacks to each cheek in turn. A surprised squeal escaped her.

He admired the cum hand prints for a moment before releasing her. Susan let go of the table and stumbled sideways for a moment, before her legs gave out from underneath her.

“Oh my God Susan, are you okay?” he dove to the floor and lifted her head up. Seating himself on the floor, he put her head in his lap.

She blinked at him, “I’ve read about this,” she said, “it’s a type of weakness one gets after a very strong orgasm. The normal symptoms are usually wobbling legs and slight dizziness.” Johnny couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“Susan, I’m sorry,” Johnny apologized, he could feel himself tearing a little. Now that it was over, he knew that he had pretty much raped his sister. “It was… I mean, the pheromones. You know? I am really sorry about all this,” he repeated.

“Johnny?”

“Yeah?

Susan was silent for a moment before sitting up. She sat on his lap, facing him. He could still feel the latent wetness of her pussy on his semi-hard cock. “Pheromones just increase your attraction for someone you’re already attracted too. They don’t just materialize attraction,” she smiled, “Plus, if you recall I was never using them in the first place.”

Johnny matched her smile. Susan’s fingers danced playfully across the tips of his flame-shaded hair. She kissed his lips, letting him guide his tongue into her mouth. His hands massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples. She squealed. Susan was quickly finding that she was quite the aficionado of the pain/pleasure mix.

>feminism

Susan raised herself up on her knees while her brother straightened his cock. She gently lowered herself onto it. Johnny gave her a pleased sound and she matched his grin. “What now?” he asked.

“Bite me.” She grinned, leaning her head to the side and exposing her neck.

He smiled.

END

don't you have a draw thread to post your autism on?

>women can yell and scream in your face and you can't do shit to them
Unless in physical danger you shouldn't be able to do anything to them.
That works both way.
You keep your hands to yourself in confrontation unless it's in genuine self defense.
If they're yelling at you and get in your space remove yourself from the situation and from that insane woman.

I'm sorry you weren't born with a vagina...

>thats why theres a draft for males only,
not for long. they are about to get a taste of equality thehill.com/blogs/floor-action/senate/280767-senate-set-for-showdown-over-women-in-the-draft

USA must take conscription for the weak

Modern 1st world civilizations run on an eye-for-an-eye system instead of just stopping oppression cold turkey. Men are oppressed nowadays because women were oppressed by men way back when. Society grants present-day women the win automatically if they're in any sort of battle with a man to somehow make up for how dead women were treated by dead men. This is also the case with whites vs. any other race. We need to break the cycle if we ever turn the tables again.

Nail on the head. It's so stupid, too. I always thought "two wrongs don't make a right" was something everyone was taught.

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that was pretty hot. I know you likely posted that to spam and/or troll, but thank you anyways.

>eye-for-an-eye system
>Historical reparations based on dead people
How the fuck can you give reparations by punishing people who have done nothing? That's just plain wrong.

Might as well just be the natural bias towards women because "muh genetical heritage" is important for a species to survive. But I still think you hit it on the nail as well

When a cis guy masturbates it makes a mess. On second thought, that's a privilege! Cum is sooo yummy.

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SJWs pretending that they're balancing things out by "giving the white man his own medicine", are behaving inconsistently with their central tenant that we're all equal

I hope to avoid the same trap when interacting with these cucks, though I am often disappointed

What's so bad about being a cuck >.

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Nigger

because i had to play football and mow the lawn :(

Where did I infer that it was so bad?
Oh well, it carries a negative connotation here (and many other places)

Okay sorry *hugs you*

>Being a pussy solves problems

don't touch me cuck

I love you too ^~^

1. I am expected to pay for everything on a date with a girl

2. Girls are always allowed to hit me, even out of self defense, but I can't hit them back

3. If a girl dislikes me or my actions, she can easily accuse me of false rape and I will get sent to jail

4. Custody.

5. No one will listen or care about a man who was raped, cheated on, or has been discriminated against by sexism.

6. A man who claims men are oppressed will get a large amount of hate, be ignored, or yelled at by feminists/tumblr sjws

7. Every problem is blamed on males, specifically, white males

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1) not usually
2) lol nope
3) nice try
4) true
5) true
6) technically true but only because men aren't oppressed lol
7) lmao

I am in the general, not oppressed by gender.