No, you don’t need consent to find someone attractive - that’s a personal thing.
That said, imagine you’re in a fat neckbeards house that smells slightly of wet socks and you find a piece of paper that lists out twenty women he wants to bang. Creepy, right?
Flip the script and you’re in an attractive woman’s house that smells of sandalwood and you find a list of guys names that she plans to have sex with. That’s… Still creepy, right?
In the above listed story, which is probably fake anyway, the woman kept a running tab of people in her life, not celebrities and such, who she would sleep with if they went on a break for any reason. That alone would’ve been a deal breaker for me and I’d have given her the freedom to go do her list. That’s like me saying to my partner “Here’s a list of possibles. Make me mad and I’ll go seal the deal with them before we make up.”
Now, the woman in the story apparently had to sleep with the whole list, ala My Name Is Earl, for them to get back together. The men, obviously, would sleep with her is the implication. For all we know though, this woman propositioned the men and respected any who turned her down and removed them from the list.
I actually don’t care about any of this, just needed something to ponder on the toilet.
What? You need consent to find someone attractive now? Jesus fucking christ, go touch grass
No, you don’t need consent to find someone attractive - that’s a personal thing.
That said, imagine you’re in a fat neckbeards house that smells slightly of wet socks and you find a piece of paper that lists out twenty women he wants to bang. Creepy, right?
Flip the script and you’re in an attractive woman’s house that smells of sandalwood and you find a list of guys names that she plans to have sex with. That’s… Still creepy, right?
In the above listed story, which is probably fake anyway, the woman kept a running tab of people in her life, not celebrities and such, who she would sleep with if they went on a break for any reason. That alone would’ve been a deal breaker for me and I’d have given her the freedom to go do her list. That’s like me saying to my partner “Here’s a list of possibles. Make me mad and I’ll go seal the deal with them before we make up.”
Now, the woman in the story apparently had to sleep with the whole list, ala My Name Is Earl, for them to get back together. The men, obviously, would sleep with her is the implication. For all we know though, this woman propositioned the men and respected any who turned her down and removed them from the list.
I actually don’t care about any of this, just needed something to ponder on the toilet.
The former example is creepy because the guy is creepy, in both examples the list itself is not creepy. Wanting to have sex is not a bad thing.
You know that’s not the same thing.
It’s just putting it on paper instead of in your head. What’s the difference?
Well, you see, I’m trying to find a reason for it to be creepy, so that’s why it’s creepy. Pretty straight forward difference there.
Understandable, have a nice day