Freedom to choose your man and be a lady while doing it

Yesterday was Independence Day in the beautiful U.S.A. Land of the free. Because of the BRAVE!

That means we have many many privileges and rights that many other countries do not.

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I am forever thankful that God allowed me to be born here.
I may not have had the best childhood but I did partake and enjoy of the many privileges of this great land.

BUT as I look around…it saddens me because I watch so many people especially women (because that is who I mostly write to and about here) who throw their freedom around like a wet dog.

What freedom am I talking about?
( (Clears throat ) )
The freedom to choose who they ALLOW to have them. To touch them. To kiss them. To hold their hand. To marry and live with. And yes to be intimate with!

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So if we have that privilege why do so many choose to sleep with dogs?
And my meaning of a “dog” would be: but not limited to:
A whoremonger-
a person who has dealings with prostitutes, *especially a sexually promiscuous man*.

Pretty much the opposite of a whore. So pretty much a man-whore.

Now I’m not here to judge anybody.
If that’s who you are and that’s what you willingly choose than of course that is on you. BUT I know there are girls/women out there that wholeheartedly DO NOT
want to choose that kind of man to share their hearts with much less their bodies!!

So guess what girls!?
YOU DON’T HAVE TO!!! You have the right, the privilege, the freedom to CHOOSE…
To say NO to that boy that wants to put his dirty paws all over you!

To say YES to respect, to virtue, to true love, to dating WITHOUT sex. You know (and this is a shocker) real dating. Such as going to dinner, talking over the phone, shopping together, laughing together WITHOUT SEX or being all over each other!
That still exists you know.

You have the freedom to save yourself till marriage!
You have the freedom to request that the man you choose to date open the car door for you. Buy you flowers, in other words “WOO you”

Back in the day, love relationships were easier because they were well defined. There was courtship instead of dating. Men wooed women. Now men and women hang out and hook up. Many people have sex thinking it’s the beginning of a relationship rather than having a relationship first and then expressing their love and commitment through sex.
– See more at: http://loveforsuccessfulwomen.com/2012/08/let-yourself-be-wooed/#sthash.W85rDmc4.dpuf

You get to choose whether or not you want to date or be courted. If you’re consistently let down and feel unfulfilled in your experiences with potential partners, try letting a man woo you instead of date you. (This could mean) letting him open doors for you, plan dates, pay for your meals (you can still offer), keep his word, give you flowers, etc. It means treating him with respect and trust – (And allow him to treat you likewise).
See more at: http://loveforsuccessfulwomen.com/2012/08/let-yourself-be-wooed/#sthash.W85rDmc4.dpuf

You can also check out this article I found here that could help with the wooing. 😉 Getting a man to woo you.

But believe me I didn’t grow up knowing that men were made to cherish us, truly love and care for us. Crazy but I didn’t know that!

And I believe so many girls in this pornified generation don’t really know that or believe that.
We have sex to become close when in reality sex is a privilege that God created for inside of marriage.
If he’s not even close to what you would want your son to become than why give him something so precious and worthy as your heart and body?
Don’t settle for way less than you deserve.

Some may ask… But why marriage? Why do I have to wait till marriage?
Well simply put did God create marriage or not?
Because if He did than He undoubtedly knows better. Right?

The time before marriage is the stage to realize if this is the man you want to share the rest of your life with. So once married you both can share and bask in the privilege of intimacy. With No fear. Or doubt.

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Come on use your freedom for what it’s worth!
You can leave the sex part as a privilege for your future husband to gain. Not something for him to have already possess.
And if when courting you come to find that he IS NOT what you would want your son to be or absolutely NOT someone you would love for your daughter to one day marry than you will be able to cut him off faster and easier if there was no sexual intimacy going on.

Read this book and you’ll understand.: “HOOKED”.
You can find it here!

So women use your independence, YOUR FREEDOM to let go of all those guys that only want to use you, and disrespect you. You do have the power.
A real man is wired to rise up to the level he needs to and has to to survive. But why should they if they don’t have to or need to.
They can get free sex, they can shack up with any girl and receive wife benefits.
They can watch pornography anytime and almost everywhere for easy and fast but not truly satisfying “quickies”.

Yes, there’s a lot of things we women cannot help when it comes to making men rise up.
BUT there is a lot we CAN DO.

You check out a few of these other posts from me and see if in there you can search out something you can contribute.
A beautiful woman and a pigs snout.

Oh baby give me some chivalry.

QUOTES THAT MIGHT LEAVE YOU SPEECHLESS.

My prayer is that women would use the power and freedom they have to (without words) call men (with their actions) to rise up and become knights with shining armor.

And for all the women out there that maybe have given up on love.
After being hurt over and over again. Indulge and immerse your soul in The Man that first created your heart. There and only then will you know what to expect from a real man.

And for all the men out there that have risen up to the challenge of becoming a gentleman by realizing that women half dressed are really someone’s daughters. By choosing to respect women even if they choose to not respect themselves. By protecting their virtue.

And don’t forget to thank God everyday for this wonderful privilege we call freedom.

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“A No Sex Challenge story”

I call it a No Sex Challenge Story……
Yes, these kinda testimonies (stories) really do still exist!!

You can find the story here or read below:

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……. my wedding is something that I’ve looked forward to for quite some time.
After having tied the knot at the end of August, I can now say beyond all shadow of a doubt, that it was everything I’d hoped and prayed that it would be since childhood. (I’d also prayed to be bitten by a radioactive spider and develop sticky hands, but… I was an idiot.)

Let me preface this column by saying this: my wife (I have to get used to saying that) and I not only waited sexually in every way (no, we didn’t pull the Bill Clinton and technically avoid “sex” sex,) but we didn’t shack up as live-ins and most importantly, we courted each other in a way that was consistent with our publicly professed values.We did it right. Our wedding was perfect. Our wedding night was nothing short of amazing.
I write this on a plane heading into a tropical paradise with the most beautiful woman to have walked the planet earth.

Feeling judged? I couldn’t care less. You know why? Because my wife and I were judged all throughout our relationship. People laughed, scoffed and poked fun at the young, celibate, naive Christian couple. We’d certainly never make it to the wedding without schtupping, and if we did, our “wedding night would be awkward and terrible,” they said. 

Turns out that people couldn’t have been more wrong.  
Looking back, I think that the women saying those things felt like the floozies they ultimately were, and the men, with their fickle manhood tied to their pathetic sexual conquests, felt threatened.

I think it’s important to write this column not to gloat (though I’ll be glad to), but to speak up for all of the young couples that have also done things the right way. When people do marriage right, they don’t complain so much, and so their voices are silenced by the rabble of promiscuous charlatans, peddling their pathetic world view as “progressive.”Our wedding was perfect. Our wedding night was nothing short of amazing. I write this on a plane heading into a tropical paradise with the most beautiful woman to have walked the planet earth. I know everybody says that their bride was the “most beautiful in the world.”  They’re wrong. I win.

I’d like to tell you a story of our morning after, however. One that transpired into one of the most glaring epiphanies I’d ever had.As my wife (again, still not used to that) and I ate breakfast at a local inn, we discussed how excited we were to start the rest of our lives together, how scary it was that everything was now so different. At the same time, we overheard the table next to us discussing their very own wedding from the night prior. What a coincidence!“The thing is, nothing’s really changed,” the bride said.Puzzled, my wife asked, “
Did you get married last night too? So did we!”“Congratulations!” the other dame said. “Yeah we did, just last night.”

“Where’s the groom?” my wife innocently… scratch that, naively asked.“Oh, he’s sleeping. There was no way he was coming out with me this morning!” She paused and smirked. “Let’s just say that he’s got a lingering headache from a really good time last night.”
My heart sank. Firstly, that poor schmuck’s “good time” was simply getting snookered. Not enjoying the company of close family and long-lost friends with a clear head and clean conscience, not staring in awe at his beautiful new wife, wanting to soak in every glimmer of her eyes as she shot him heart-racing looks from across the dance floor, not taking all of the cheesy pictures as they cut the cake, not even carrying her across that suite threshold as they nervously anticipated their “nightcap.” He probably won’t remember any of it. Instead, he got smashed.
He was “that guy”… at his own freaking wedding.

Then I realized something. Our wedding was truly a once in a lifetime event. It was a God’s-honest celebration of two completely separate lives now becoming one. Physically, emotionally, financially and spiritually, everything that made us who we were individually was becoming what bonded us together. Our family traveled from far and wide to celebrate the decision of two young people to truly commit themselves to each other, and selflessly give themselves to one another in a way that they never had before that very night.

The people next to us that morning? Well, theirs was just one big party.  And the morning after? Just another hangover.Our “weddings” were the same event in name only. They know it, and we know it.Do yours the right way.  If you’re young and wondering whether you should wait, whether you should just give in, become a live-in harlot/mimbo and do it the world’s way.  If you’re wondering whether all of the mocking, the ridicule, the incredible difficulty of saving yourself for your spouse is worth it, let me tell you without a doubt that it is.

Your wedding can be the most memorable day and night of your life… or just another party.

Oops. Did I just make a “judgment?”  You’re darn right I did.

Steven Crowder is a comedian and Fox News contributor. Follow him on Twitter@scrowder

Protecting her virtue?

He thinks about it.
Actually he had been thinking about it a lot lately.
He looks at her, in her eyes.
She looks at him, straight in his eyes.
Her eyes alone look too sweet to resist.
How can he?
Maybe he can just try it again tomorrow.
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No! This is something he knows he needs to do. God only knows just how many good-hearted things he’s failed to accomplish in the past.
So here goes….
“I can’t tonight”, he says.
He kisses her slowly on her forehead. Walks past her and the bed before he changes his mind and quickly walks out into the living room and out the front door into the cool late night.

What on earth is he doing?
“I’m protecting her virtue”. He tells himself. Not just for tonight, but strength willing for a long long time.

He knows the consequences..
She might leave him.
She could betray him.
Shoot, she could even humiliate and laugh at him.
But she has to know, it’s for her, it’s because of her.
He can’t say it has much to do with love, because honestly he doesn’t even think he can say he ever truly loved her.
Some might call him prude.
Some might call him old-fashioned.
Some might even call him just plain stupid.

But what if…