There’s nothing unique to the feminine that annoys me.
But things I love?
- The sensory experience of them. They delight on every physical level. (“Don’t say I look delicious, that’s gross.” Bitch, you look like you’d taste good if I bit you… deal with it. I’d grind you up and snort you if I could, you cracked little candy heart of a person.)
- Their many-sidedness. I can dig and dig, and always find another contradiction within them.
- How pretty they are when they’re ugly-crying.
- Their resilience. How they can take mankind’s bullshit and metabolize and eroticize and romanticize it until it works for them.
- Have you heard them whimper? When they’re sad? When they’re scared? When they’re needy? When they foolishly think they’re alone?
I’ll stop there, ‘cause this could go on for a while.