@Typo-MAGAshiv

Too true, unfortunately. I fell about noon on a Friday and hadn't eaten anything since the previous afternoon. The medical staff at the hospital wouldn't let me eat or drink anything in case I had surgery that night. I did finally get cleared to at least drink some water when my surgery was scheduled for the following morning.

Saturday afternoon I finally got to eat and I was so hungry even hospital food tasted good. I devoured everything they gave me for lunch and dinner, and when I was discharged the following morning I hadn't pooped in something like three days.

Got home, got settled and, shortly after, realized my digestion was finally done processing the three or four meals I'd eaten over the past ~24 hours (I usually only have one). Went into the bathroom, got myself situated and... nothing.

Pushed hard. Still nothing. Pushed harder. Everything was obviously in place but the valve simply wouldn't open to release the backup.

I did finally manage to poop about an hour later but words cannot express how uncomfortable, even painful that hour was. I never thought I'd be grateful to be taking stool softeners but, after that experience, I'd rather shoot soft-serve every day for the rest of my life than ever be physically unable to go again.

@Vermillion-Rx this is no joke.

The year was 2004. I was currently dating one of my exes (one of the two giga-sluts I tried to have a relationship with). She needed help moving out of her dorm and back to her mom's house for the summer, so I planned to spend my 4-day Memorial Day weekend with her and helping.

We had a battalion run for PT on Thursday morning, and I sprained my ankle near the end. We only had a company-level class A inspection after breakfast and we were to be released for the weekend, so I didn't bother seeing the medics about my ankle (I should have, but that's another story).

I get to the town where my then-gf had university, and we saw "Troy". I forget what other activities we did, but it was a good bit for having been up since 5am, having a 4 mile run with an injury, then driving the 2 or 3 hours to get there.

After an afternoon and evening of her showing me around, we went back to her dorm room. Her roommate was also in there with her boyfriend, and the two beds were separated using some tall bookshelves for a bit of privacy.

When we thought her roommate and her boyfriend were asleep, we had sex. It turns out they were awake, because they started laughing and had sex right after we finished and I rolled over to go to sleep.

My then-gf apparently thought they were trying to 1-up us, and wanted to win whatever "contest" she imagined in her head, and got pretty insistent that we have sex again. I was exhausted from a long, rough, day, and was still in my refractory period and just wanted to go to sleep. I told her we could do it in the morning, but for now, I just want to sleep.

She wouldn't take "no" for an answer, and kept grinding on me and messing with me to arouse me, going as far as grabbing my dick and saying "Mister Happy better start getting happy, and quick!"

I ended up getting aroused enough (a boner is an involuntary reaction, for any women reading along who don't know this) that she started riding me. Just when I relented and decided I might be into it after all, she had her orgasm and dismounted and rolled over to go to sleep.

Not only was I raped, but the spoiled bitch didn't even have the courtesy to get me off!

#MeToo #IAmJohnDoe

@Typo-MAGAshiv As I have stated before: nobody who knows me IRL has ever accused me of being a Chad. (For some reason, a few people have come to that conclusion after wildly extrapolating from things I’ve posted.)

I’ve relayed this before but it’s been a while, so I’ll reiterate that I’ve been on the receiving end of conduct by women that would have been considered sexual harassment and even sexual assault had the roles been reversed. Pretty much every guy has a story like that, and I would guess that most guys have several. Girlfriends get handsy. Guys who are conventionally attractive get groped and fondled all the time. Women are MUCH more open about it than men are because there are no penalties for it. The last time it happened to me was SO far over-the-top that if a man did that to a woman, bystanders would have physically intervened and cops would likely have been called. The reaction of my coworkers who were there wasn’t outrage: it was amusement. I won’t try to pretend that I was traumatized by it… it became a running joke for months.

And that’s the other difference. It’s not that it only happens to women, or even that it mostly happens to women: it’s that men just suck it up.