Rainy Day Fun

[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”

“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 “”

It’s the little things that kill…

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…”