If your wife ever came up to you and said that “she’d kissed another man and liked it and wanted to do more than kiss next time,” what would your reaction be?
Would you storm out in anger? Would you kick her out of the house? Would you break down?
Or, would you say that she is “embracing herself”, and wouldn’t want to oppress her since you’re a feminist?
If you’re reading this, odds are you don’t fall into that last category. I’m also willing to bet the man(?) named Michael Sonmore, author of the article titled “What Open Marriage Taught One Man About Feminism”, is not one of my readers.
His article starts out:
“As I write this, my children are asleep in their room, Loretta Lynn is on the stereo, and my wife is out on a date with a man named Paulo. It’s her second date this week; her fourth this month so far. If it goes like the others, she’ll come home in the middle of the night, crawl into bed beside me, and tell me all about how she and Paulo had sex. I won’t explode with anger or seethe with resentment. I’ll tell her it’s a hot story and I’m glad she had fun. It’s hot because she’s excited, and I’m glad because I’m a feminist.”
You know what? I wasn’t going to use this word because I fucking hate it, but what a fucking cuck.
He said that the problem with masculinity is that it relies on one factor, “that my wife fucked only me.”
The problem with their marriage, as he sees it, is that they married too young. His wife “felt keenly her lack of sexual experience.”
He wrote that he had to do quite a bit of soul-searching to figure out why it bothered him that his wife wanted to sleep with other men and that he came to this conclusion: “Monogamy meant I controlled her sexual expression, and… patriarchal oppression essentially boils down to a man’s fear that a woman with sexual agency is a woman he can’t control.”
Boy, this woman hit the jackpot. Not only did she get someone who’s easy to manipulate, but he now thinks you deserve to sleep with other men.
“Feminism always comes back to sex, even when we’re talking about everything else. The point isn’t that all women should be sexual adventurers,” he wrote. “Celibacy is as valid an expression of sexuality as profligacy. The point is that it should be women who choose, not men — even the men they’re married to. For my wife, the choice between honoring our vows and fulfilling her desires was a false choice, another trap.”
“When my wife told me she wanted to open our marriage and take other lovers, she wasn’t rejecting me, she was embracing herself. When I understood that, I finally became a feminist.”
If you want to read the rest of this madness, here you go.
Now pardon me while I go vomit.