That’s a very Abrahamic-centric observation.
Could it be more along the lines of “cis privilege”… as in since we are the “default” it does not register with us how it may seem to impose upon others?
For as long as I can remember the message has been just the opposite; if it feels good, do it, it doesn’t mean anything, it’s just sex. Against that attitude, demisexuals do need a way to distinguish themselves.
Yeah, I agree. It’s navel gazing and virtue signalling to the point of self parody. Fortunately, the writers of that blog have no control over you and you shouldn’t pay them any mind on this subject or any other subject. Read the article for a laugh, and date who you want.
I can think of a small group that’s been pushing the opposite message. I think their name is Every Major Religion in the World.
Yeah, the higher-ups can push whatever message they want. In the U.S. at least, the number of people who actually follow that message (even among members of those religions) seems to be pretty small.
I prefer to be referred to as a “manvestite”.
For the record, the standard English plural is “penises”, and the standard Latin plural (which is also acceptable in English, if you treat “penis” as a loanword) is “penes”. “Penii”, if it exists, is the Latin plural of “penius”, whatever that means.
I’m so glad I’m married and don’t have to deal with dating anymore.
It’s clearly the singular form of the Latin loanword penii! And by Latin loanword, I mean made up word that people use incorrectly.
Perhaps it is a portmanteau of a genius with a penis? (As in - what they can do with it, rather than in possession of one. You’re welcome.)
Thank you.
Some person who looked like a woman flirted with me and I responded. I later found out it was a guy. I’m still kind of queasy about the whole thing. Does that make cissexist?
I dunno, but it’s kind of a weird reaction, don’tcha think? It was fun at the time to flirt, probably; no diseases were transmitted, nor obligations incurred. So what?
I mean, I’d get the queasiness if you found out that “it” was a fourteen-year-old. But not finding out that “it” was a guy.
Well, what’s your lower limit? And if we went to a BTTF marathon, would you be okay with me buying the popcorn?
Ugh. "Everyday Feminism"makes me cringe as a woman and a “somewhat” feminist. They’re the epitome of a solution in search of a problem. It’s just one big Oppression Olympics jerk fest.
(And after watching a good many of Riley Dennis’s videos, I think she’s simply batshit and just wants to lay a guilt trip on anyone who’s ever rejected her for ANY reason)
There are very few instances in which the content of your pants matters, but I’d think actual genital-related activity would be one of them.
Good question.
Of course!
You just know someone will object to that statement as an expression of wed privilege. 