Ladies and gentlemen: the millennium male! Thousands of years of evolution have brought us to this point. Gone are the days of the man who wants. Who looks. Who takes. Who explores. Who fights for what he feels he deserves. We don't need him anymore. There is nothing left to find, nothing to explore and no cause that cannot be solved with a peaceful protest and a well-argued opinion. This is the man now. Not a man someone wanted, but one who is perfectly suited to the present. With a sweater around his neck so he will not catch a cold, the millennial male stands awkward, hunched over, firmly tucked into his trousers, three numbers smaller than his size. Pants have a role. As nothing in his attitude indicates male affiliation, the skinny pants tight on his dick highlight he has one. The ultimate proof that he is not an ugly woman. He has external gonads, and if you don't think so, you can see that they're visible. Servile and humble, the male of our age waits for his consort to take a pee. He holds her purse and buttons his phone. He's not the kind of guy who takes what he wants, but he is the kind who waits. Dutiful, with her purse in hand, for his turn to mate. And he hopes that his woman will get back to him because he gives her two things that every woman needs: emotional support and purse support. And if she doesn't come back to him, that's fine. Because he's not the kind of male who takes, he's the kind who waits. And he'll find another woman who has no one to hold her purse when she pees. Maybe uglier than the first one. But he will love her and their children just as much. And he will teach his son to be as masculine as he is. Hold purses with stoicism until some woman feels bad enough that she takes advantage of him and she fucks him. But only after she sends him to buy her tampons. And after she makes sure none of those cool guys who give her another blowjob from time to time doesn't want to hold her purse. Because that's what society says to a woman today. That she's special. Whatever she does, whatever she is, she's special. And she struggles to impress and it doesn't quite work. She has the attitude of a princess no matter how mediocre she is. And at some point she's convinced the problem is from the outside. That the males around me are stupid, don't see how special she is. And after years of pounding in all directions, trying to be seen as special by someone, by everyone, she levels down. And down. And down. Until she reaches a purse holding sissy. And here their destinies meet: the ordinary woman whose purse no one carried yet and the effeminate male who carried purses and waited for someone to give him some pussy. She sucked it down until she reached him, and he waited long enough for her to get by and be someone's compromise. The family nucleus of the 3rd millennium. https://www.piticigratis.com/2013/10/masculul-mileniului/