I’ve never had much respect for men who are sexually attracted to small, dark women.
My daughter-in-law is of average size and she’s a pretty girl. I’m glad that my son was secure enough to marry her instead of some petite bimbo-ette.
When I was in high school, a male friend, reading a blurb about “Madama Butterfly”, stated how disgusted he was with a reference to “the submissive women of the East.” I’ve always admired that young man, whose insight into that twisted sexual dynamic was spot-on.
There is something unmanly and even sinister about seeing an average-sized or tall man with a tiny woman, especially a tiny dark woman. It’s like being forced to watch pederasty, incest, Third World child sex slavery, pornographic films of adults raping little screaming children.
Getting your rocks off because it’s fun to be able to lift a grown woman into the air makes me sick to my stomach.
Same reaction I have to men fornicating with animals.
I understand that men of small stature want women of similar size, and there’s nothing wrong with that.
For everyone else, though, being sexually attracted to tiny women is a major red flag. It tells me that man has something very seriously wrong with his head, that he’s struggling with his sexual identity.
Although it’s not up to me to make the call, I don’t think I’d feel comfortable leaving such a man alone with my grandkids.
