My sexuality is my G-d given weapon to use. And I am luckily expected to act insulted when it is attempted to be used against me. But truthfully I don’t feel insulted; I just refuse to let my one true power over the male species act as my Achilles heel. I do nothing, at this point; to physically demonstrate sexual recklessness and so when I am called a *** I defend myself adamantly. But silently, I laugh at any male’s pathetic attempt to overpower the biological advantage that I have over him.
This is the general rule of thumb. My emotional needs burn with the same vigor that your sexual needs do, though we all have varying degrees of both. Whether either one can truly be classified as a necessity is a horse of a different color. But for now we are assuming they are dominant enough that when left overlooked they will obstruct our quality of life. And so if we must be literal, the inter-sex dynamic, or at least the one that I expect, is nothing less than a fair trade- an equal partnership if you will: A stimulating and fulfilling balance between satisfying our very different brain and bodily needs.