Because y’know, there’s nothing that says “I’m qualified to speak to the needs of sex workers” quite like wishing death on a woman for daring to reject a proposition.
Her: “He wasn’t my kind of forty year old man.”
Me: “Your kind of forty year old man is a fifty year old man.”
I don’t think I need to expain again that I have been struggling lately. &. I am a little worried about the long term affects that this sad will have on me. &. I don’t really mean, like self esteem wise. & I’m not gonna like off myself (pls pls I beg of you pls do not send me asks about whether or not I want to commit suicide or suicide prevention information it’s really actually fucking traumatic to recieve it & I will permanently turn off all asks if I have to).
But anyway we aren’t talking about that. We are talking about me, slowly, being ruined. Because I think I might be, like being ruined.
Like. I’ve heard that “brats are anti submissive” for months around this place. & like. What happens to a submissive girl, that is constantly empowered? What about me, when everyone around me, is pulling for me. From friends & strangers & family, everyone is telling me that I am strong & able & capable? Like where, exactly, is this going to leave me mentally & emotionally once my sad is gone?
Are my friends’ love & support, anti-submissive?
Am I going to be anti-submissive?
Am I anti-submissive now?
You do realize all that “anti-submissive” talk is pure, uncut bullshit, right? It’s broad-spectrum gaslighting, not an insight into the human condition.
I mean, look… I personally find the whole brat thing kind of exhausting, but big fucking deal. At worst, that simply means that brattiness is anti-me. Your submissiveness is something inside you that you give to different people in different forms across the course of a lifetime, and you don’t owe the world some standardized expression of it.
Stop worrying about “doing it wrong”. And discard anyone who needs to invalidate your identity to make theirs seem real.
Great thing about living in Florida is that you can tan toppless in your backyard with golfers strolling by and feel comfortable in this nice 80 degree weather in January.
Whatcha reading?
Also am totally jealous
It’s the Throne of Glass series by Sarah Maas!
I just got those books.
They’re one of the best series I’ve ever read!
Both of her series are awesome!
Every time this post pops back up on my dash, I instinctively recoil in horror at what looks like a dog-eared page.
Beards, shoulders, back, beards, hands, beards. I don’t have a preference for cock size, but I do have a preference for beard size.
My beard comes in a range of sizes, from its current modest state, to —and I believe I have this quote correct— “something out of Greek mythology”. (Which I think meant I either looked like Agamemnon or the Minotaur… hard to say.)
I was thinking more Menelaus 😏
So now you have your answer, ladies.
I look like the second-biggest asshole in the Iliad.
Wait…. is Agamemnon the biggest?
I kinda feel like it’s somehow insulting to call you only the second… but… argh confused
It’s Paris, stupid.
Paris is the biggest asshole in stories he’s not even in.
