My favorite cunts are both runts, and I enjoy looming over short, vulnerabie girls. But as long as they’re not actually taller than me, I have things I care more about than height. And outside the WNBA, there aren’t that many girls taller than me, anyway.… Read the rest “Do u prefer short girls or tall girls?”
Ugh… Kik. I spend most of my time on an iPad, and Kik still hasn’t bothered to make their app universal. It kinda works in landscape, but it’s ultimately just a shitty, upsized iPhone app. I’m willing to keep it installed because people like @dumbbigtittedslut pester me on occasion, but the chances of a random stranger getting me to engage there are slim.
It’s so obvious, but you’re too fucking deluded to see it.
When a man has to tie you up and hurt you to make you interesting, you have a problem. You’re just not enough for him. Can’t you sense it? You’re not pretty enough.… Read the rest “Open Your Eyes”
Old enough to have stolen a porn magazine from a Times Square sex shop because there was no internet.
My teenaged shoplifting phase was centered on violating the porn rack at the Waldenbooks in the mall.
I ripped off so many copies of Penthouse that I must have materially contributed to the collapse of Bob Guccione’s empire.
Since emerging from my latest depression-chrysalis earlier this year, I’ve been trying to be a little more open with people. Girl-people, anyway. And since this is inevitably going to lead to a person or two getting a look at me and my life, I decided to give my online identity a once-over for the first time in years.… Read the rest “”
