If sperm is to seed, then cunt is to dirt.
For all feminists and misandrists proclaim we must worship the yoni, it’s hard to ignore the fact that the penis itself is a throbbing work of art much more worthy of the public’s reverence than a shallow gash.
At the heart of any major city stand dozens of monuments to male virility in the form of hundred-story brick dicks fucking the Sun. In no civilized society do we burrow into holes to nest or build condos in caves. We live giant phallic homes, we live in skyscrapers, skyscrapers so high it’s hard to imagine a taller one will ever be built, but rest assured, it’s only a matter of time before a taller, wider, more energy efficient one will be erected and spectators will gasp in awe.
We love dicks—all of us—the power they represent, the penetration they provide. The penis is an aggressor and the vagina is passive. If this is the case, then it could be argued that men are responsible for all the great achievements made throughout history, for how could a creature so passive bring about any change?
A woman is nothing more than a supplementary appendage to a man and a loyal companion at best. Some women may scoff at what I posit: a woman is nothing without a man. She may venture off into the world in search of an education, a career or an individual identity to assert her independence, but deep down inside she’ll always be missing something: a stiff dick in her slimy pussy.