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Bedtime Stories for Broken Girls

Bedtime Stories for Broken Girls

Terrible Ideas & Scornful Words

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The rambling of a cranky old man, full of terrible ideas & scornful words.

mindfuckery: The use of language to undermine your certainty, plumb the depths of your hypocrisy, and expose the secrets that make you squirm in the dark.

Everything you’ll find here is written for the amusement and comfort of adult women with unconventional romantic and erotic tastes. I love my crazy-bitch fans, and this is how I entertain them… if you don’t like it, don’t read it.

Absolutely nothing here is written for the benefit of men, and if you believe that men are an aggrieved class, or you’re just a random, horny douchenozzle who refuses to listen to what women have to say, you can fuck right off and come back when you’ve developed a clue.

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happy father’s day 🤪

Aw, thank you, kiddo. 🙂

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