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Being here in the Seattle area for the last 5 years has really opened my eyes and changed my perception about areas outside of the East Coast.  One of the things that I’ve noticed while living here is that the people are really different.  Whereas on the East Coast people are much more direct, serious, and in your face; people here are laid back, passive-agressive, and somewhat shy.  Therefore, it doesn’t really surprise me that alot of men here are vaginized.  Now you may be asking yourself “What does he mean by vaginized?”.  Well, another word I guess you could use would be emasculated.  As defined by our good buddy Mr. Webster here is the definition of emasculated:

emas·cu·late

1 : to deprive of strength, vigor, or spirit : WEAKEN
2 : to deprive of virility or procreative power : CASTRATE
3 : to remove the androecium of (a flower) in the process of artificial cross-pollination

The term vaginize is a spin off from the word emasculate.  Men who act as if they have a vagina.  These are men that are totally controlled by women.  They do what women want them to do, say what women want them to say, and act in whatever way that pleases the women they are with/want to be with.  These are the guys that will put up with certain things that their woman does out of “fear of losing them”.  These are guys that will adorn women with gifts, money, dinner in order to get laid or maybe keep getting laid.

Now, don’t get me wrong, as a man I know that one of our primary purposes in life is to get women, lots of women.  It’s just that I strongly disagree that you have to compromise your manhood to do so.  Yet I see it every day in one way, shape or form.  But, here’s the catch.  The clues that an area has a high concentration of vaginized man isn’t easily visible by looking at the men.  One has no further to look than the women.  And in the Seattle area, women rule.  I have never been to a place more full of women that are so selfish, conceited, and have a sense of self-entitlement.  You see it in the nightclubs, you see it online, you see it at your local Starbucks, you see it walking down the street.  Oh yes, the women here have issued the proclamation that they do indeed wear the pants.  And if you don’t like it, maybe you should join the ever growing Seattle homosexual population.  And if you are a guy that refuses to obey their wishes they could give a rat’s ass because there are plenty more vaginized men right around the corner to replace you.  I once had a girl tell me that if I wanted to get in contacted her I needed to blow her phone up.  And if I called her once and she saw that it was a missed call she wouldn’t call me back.  I’d basically have to catch her when it was convenient for her.  When i refused, that was the end of it.  I once met a woman at a popular night spot in Seattle that bragged about how she tells her man what to do and he does it.  Here’s the fucked up part. . . he was sitting right there!!!  LOL.  And he was proud of it.  And when I hinted to him that he should have a mind of his own he got pissed at me.  My theory is maybe since there is such a shortage of attractive women here men flock to the ones that are halfway decent.  And when they find one they cling on to her like a pit bull to a teet.  They conform, hand over their testacles and place their penises in a jar.  I dunno.  Just my theory.

I’ve seen it in myself as well.  The most serious relationship that I’ve had since living here was with a girl from Florida.  After that it’s been failure after failure, no relationships lasting more than 6 - 8 months.  I’ve tried my hardest not to be assimilated into the culture of vaginized men here but I’ve often caught myself conforming to it.  I’ve caught myself sugarcoating my words, going out of my way for total bitches, bending over backwards to avoid hurting someone’s feelings, etc.  It’s been a long, rough road but I’d like to think of myself as fighting the good fight.  This place has a way of sucking you in after a while and you end up losing yourself, your identity, your culture.  I haven’t fully lost mine yet, but I’m struggling to get back the pieces that have fallen off.  But the more I try to resist the vaginization, the less dates I find myself on.  Maybe I’ll luck up and find a recent transplant.  Hopefully…