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Nobody’s saying women can’t be friends with men. *I* say they shouldn’t be in 95% of circumstances. Most of human history agrees with me. Genders naturally tend to self segregate except in gathering circumstances and private home life. This is for a very good reason. If you’re a woman and you want to be friends with a man, you are doing yourself a disservice by ignoring the simple basic truth that men and women are almost never platonically friends. If they happen to achieve this, it’s done through a great deal of suppressing baser urges and natural instinct. If you’re a single young woman and you want to be friends with a single young man, and you refuse to accept that there is a strong possibility he harbors some sexual desire towards you, it is either because you are naive and have not yet had your precociousness broken by the ardors of life OR you are so willfully arrogant that you’d prefer to have your cake and eat it too. Not all, but many women love to indulge in the deliberate comfort of ignorance in favor of collecting the POSSIBILITY of a man being something more than a friend in close proximity, a little bronze cock shaped monument on their subconscious shelf to be glanced and smirked at. “Look at him,” they say to themselves whether they know it or not, “he COULD be mine if I wanted. All I’d have to do is simply say so and he’s MINE.” Sometimes it’s not so stark, like an exaggerated little incel monologue would have you believe. Sometimes it’s simply a love for attention, a delightful little nibble upon the forbidden fruit of comingling. Some attention from a creature of less particular subtlety, someone who won’t play the same games all the other girls do, someone you can unbutton your mental sweatpants and let out your gut of indiscreet baseline vulgar thoughts without having to fear the ever sharpening judgement of the entire female race which would step on your head and slit open your throat without realizing they’re doing it for the slightest social misstep. Women aren’t always just trying to siphon the sexual ambrosia of male attention. Sometimes they just find comfort in male friends because it’s easier, it’s bumpers at the bowling alley for them. Men should be extremely wary of women who cannot make female friends, this is a red flag that there is something deeply wrong with them. But yes, women often do want to harvest libidinal focus. These types savor the possibility of turning some earnest doofus beta into an emotional tampon to pine away at them while having any threat to the arrangement blocked by a great nervous wall of risk aversion. The male in this arrangement is often just as clueless to the dynamic. I’m sure an army of indignant shrews would love to to swarm my replies calling me a misogynist pig and citing their totally meaningful several year acquaintanceship with some pasty bearded “bestie” who frowns and nods in agreement, forgetting the corpse of his own desperate hope of finally getting that tender kiss, a hope thoroughly beaten down by so many complaints over coffee about how the guy who fucked her this month is totally such an asshole. This’ll really piss off a lot of you newcomer pedestrian normie scum, but the harsh truth is that in man’s most reptilian baseline state, the belief that women are having sex with anyone other than them is a rage inducing attack on their own existence by biological implication. Our state as human beings, not animals, is partially defined by our ability to surpass this instinct so that we may participate in society. But make no mistake, any man you divulge the inner details of your sex life to is being bombarded by a subconscious allusion to cuckholdry. If he isn’t upset by it at least a little bit, there’s nothing in him left worth being friends with a man for. If you’re a man in this situation, shit or get off the pot. Either be honest from your the beginning with your intentions or grow a fucking dick and stop wasting both of your time.