The first time I did something hurtful to a girl, I was seventeen years old. That’s not necessarily the first time I hurt a girl, mind you, because I did a lot of hair-pulling and training-bra-strap-snapping in elementary school, but that was just your average boyhood sexual harassment in the ’70s.… Read the rest “Once Upon An Asshole”
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When I was in third grade —in the ’70s— I tried to convince a pretty, blond girl in my class to do a strip show for the boys. Negotiations broke down over venue availability, but prior to that, I had an in-principle deal netting myself a front row seat and 50% of the gate.… Read the rest “Hi.”
Memories, 2014
Earlier today, I spent a good 10-15 minutes chewing out this girl I like, venting every bit of contempt I could muster upon her. I started picking at her most personal scars, mocking her life choices, and belittling her pain. It was entirely extemporaneous, so it was a bit scattered, but I worked hard to express to her —in excruciating detail— how little respect I had for her as a human being, and how stupid I felt for wasting the time to tell her any of this.… Read the rest “Memories, 2014”
Earlier today, my cunt actually said “Don’t be creepy, Daddy.” She might as well tell water not to be wet.
Earlier today, my cunt actually said “Don’t be creepy, Daddy.” She might as well tell water not to be wet.
“He gave each woman a choice: be my sex slave or be my corpse.”
When I was a kid, these were sold in every grocery and convenience store… you couldn’t buy a copy of *Playboy* within forty miles, but you could have all the rapey detective mags you wanted.… Read the rest “”
There is nothing sadder than having to tell a man to hit you harder 🙁
My first time hitting a woman (in that far away land called “the early ‘90s”) she had to tell me to go harder, and it literally killed the relationship.… Read the rest “”