Is butt sweat your kink?
No, but I know art when I see it.
[TRIGGER WARNING: body image stuff]
You look so nervous, poor things. Try to relax; I’m not going to hurt you! We’re going to play a fun little game, the rules of which you learned way back in high school.
I’m going to sit silently while you two stand there exposed; in turn, you’ll each use the skills you’ve developed over a lifetime of culturally-conditioned envy and suspicion of other women to draw my attention to one another’s physical flaws, aesthetic failings, and lack of femininity.… Read the rest “Rainy Day Fun”
If you do this often enough, she might get wet at her next mammogram.
And really, if you can make even the most dehumanizing, uncomfortable, and clinical experiences in her life somehow more humiliating and stained with deplorable sexualization, why wouldn’t you?… Read the rest “”
“And I had heard tales of Brother Paolo Zoppo, who in the forest of Rieti lived as a hermit and boasted of having received directly from the Holy Spirit the revelation that the carnal act was not a sin— so he seduced his victims, whom he called sisters, forcing them to submit to the lash on their naked flesh, making five genuflections on the ground in the form of a cross, before he presented them to God and claimed from them what he called the kiss of peace.”… Read the rest “”
Strangling a woman with her measurements seems oddly appropriate.
I’ll never stop loving the fact that something this trivial absolutely fucking terrifies some otherwise badass bitches. The incongruity is delicious.
“Cut me, Daddy! Throw me down a flight of stairs! Punch me in the face, punch a baby into me, and then punch my code into the ATM so we can buy some Plan B and a cold compress!… Read the rest “It’s the little things that kill…”
“I keep asking myself if I should stop. I should probably stop, right? It hasn’t gone too far. My priest told me it’s never too late. I can control this. It doesn’t have to happen. I can just— just let you go, and everything will be okay.… Read the rest “”
Some things you just have to find out for yourself.
Every time I see @littleshakespeareanbaby pop up on my dash, I think of this scene. It’s fun, knowing the greatest writer in the English language worked so hard to gaslight society into believing life was always tougher for the bosses.
But… I… I don’t know how to hold it…
Dear Aunt Tilly,
Things on farm are well. Children send love.
Would write more, but pencil dull and husband dead.
Love, Matilda May Jennings (yr niece)