Истории Menvswomen

The Country Cousins ALWAYS drove the four hours to the City Cousins for Christmas. This year the driver had a broken leg. Will the City Cousins come to the Country for Christmas? Who will bend?

it's been twenty seven life cycles. if you count it in human years, it's been twenty seven... thousand years. The spectators of the Arena have gotten bored, by spectators we mean The Makers that did not want to sink into the oblivion that was their only type of sleep. This type of sleep being only-awake-when-the-world-explodes kind of thing was the most peaceful and heavenly thing possible and known in the humans unknown number of population, it be pitiful if the Angels Eyes did not exist. A boy has entered the Angels Eyes, he is the first candidate among the few millions that might die to amuse The Makers. Not because he is weak... no, I rather not say why he will die. But if you must know, this story is based on gender equality. And yes, the boy lives in a realm where boys rule. And the Angels Eyes are full of abused women with permission to poison, maim and seduce. You're welcome for the grisly note.

What if the fight for "liberation" was never truly ours? In Africa, once the cradle of matriarchs and rain queens, womanhood was not screamed in hashtags but lived in balance with manhood. Yet, modern feminism, draped in wigs, borrowed slogans, and donor-funded scripts, has turned harmony into hostility. What was once a covenant of gender has been rebranded into a battlefield. The Wound Beneath the Wig is not just about Africa. It is about every nation, culture, and religion that has abandoned its ancestral rhythm for imported ideologies. From Ugandan courtrooms where fathers are denied their children, to Western campuses where masculinity is criminalised, to households worldwide where domesticity is mocked. This is a story of how feminism lost its compass and embraced misandry. But beneath the wound lies wisdom. Africa's history reminds the world that gender was never war, but a covenant of balance. This narrative is a call to all cultures, East and West, North and South, to peel off the borrowed wig and confront the deeper wound of division, pride, and cultural amnesia. If feminism has become the new empire, then truth must be the rebellion.

Peyton Cohen lives in a world where cities separate men and women, meaning she's never met the opposite gender. Peyton has grown up hearng people whisper stories about what men are like and the mysterious other world, but she never would've imagined the people she met on the other side of the wall. Will meeting those on the other side make her believe in myths of love, or will it only strengthen the fear the Council has placed on her?

womens being womens... ☕🗿 (Just for entertainment purposes only, doesn't meant to change/hurt/offend any person, community, gender, or a thinking. Read it just as a joke) [add your stories/incidents to this book ,contact me] ig : @joedahanga or just dm me here on Wattpad.