A Letter to Nice Guys

To the man who told me my sexual escapades were of the pornstar quality, and all the men like him, I pity you. I understand it must be so hard being the nice guy wanting his dick sucked but being perceived as a friend. I understand the misconception about sexual freedom you believed for so long. I mean it doesn't extend to women right? I even understand your shy nature hindering you from true love.

While I may understand it, I don't accept it.

You're the kind of men I will raise my daughters to stay away from. Their bodies are not on reserves for guys who are too afraid of confident women. Your close-minded, misogynist ways are what's keeping you from having anyone who won't use you. It must be baffling to hear that a weakling, I'm sorry woman, did what you couldn't.

How dare I go after what I want?

How dirty must I be to acknowledge my desires without male supervisor or suggestion?

If 6 is the magic number to turn me into a pornstar, then your 2 should have you married by now. Oh wait, that's right, you're alone. Does that low number assist you in your search for the wholesome girl? Such a pity that casual sex is a boy's only club that closed its doors to you but gave me a membership card.

Are you insulted? Why? If being a prude is who you are then why be mad? Embrace it fellas. And keep each other company.

Because no one else wants you.

Evon Williams

Washington, DC

Lover. Writer. Budding PR/Marketing Consultant. Emotional and Mental Growth enthusiast. Sex Positive Supporter.

You can find me @goddessevon on most social media sites.