What kind of girl am I that when I read your stories I just wanna punch you in the fucking nose 🧐 yet I’m still reading them

I guess it depends. Is it that you:

1. …are infuriated by my tone, but find the underlying ideas compelling? If so, you’re a Sensitive Pervert Girl.
2. …are incensed by the subject matter, but love the way I talk about it? If so, you’re an Arty Hypocrite Girl.
3. …get horny when you’re pissed off? If so, you’re a dirty little fuckpig who needs a man to think for her. (You’re welcome.)
4. …feel yourself easing your way down a slippery slope, irresistibly drawn to something that afflicts your conscience while stimulating every other part of you, leaving you to lash out at someone whose only offense is holding up a mirror and giving you a good, long look at yourself? If so, I’m not sure what kind of girl you are. But don’t worry, you can tell me when you reach the bottom of the slope. I’m down here, waiting.