Ohhhh no!
If anyone hits me, male or female, they are gonna get hit back.
( Lord Keeps meaning to procrastinate., Mon 28 Dec 2009, 0:14, 1 reply)

^this^
Twat me one, I'll twat you one!
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Mon 28 Dec 2009, 0:19, closed)

I learned the hard way.
I used to see a girl. She was pretty, stacked, clever, understood rugby union, was from a very good family.

After several months together, one night this girl had a bit too much to drink. I dunno if it was the type of liquor or what, but she went mental with me. After ranting and raving, the slaps and nails started. Then the fists came in, then the boots. And although I'm a big fella and not getting especially hurt I started to get a bit worried. It was when she picked up a lamp that I finally grabbed her by the neck and just held her by the throat until she calmed down.

Now, the place was double glazed and double-locked: quick escape is not a realistic option and anyway, turning your back on a lunatic who could quite easily kill you so you can find keys is not on the list.

So that was my only foray into violence aginst a woman. And it fucked my head up. There were tears the next morning, lots of "I've never behaved like that" and "sorry" and "I will change" (from her, btw). I'm sure more than one woman reading this will relate. But it does something to you, that sort of thing. I kind of felt like I had to tell the women I was in subsequent relationships with, like confessing to an STD or something. It's coloured my view of this subject.
(Rhye, Mon 28 Dec 2009, 14:27, closed)