I’m not even sure you’re fit for purpose.
Tag: mindfuckery
“Don’t take candy from strangers.”
“Don’t wear that skirt, it makes you look like a slut.”
“Don’t leave the party without your friends.”
“Don’t play with that, plastic bags aren’t toys.”
It’s like mom was right about everything.
Self-Awareness
Go look in the mirror and tell me which you think is more likely.
DIY
There’s no better way for a man to express his true feelings than securely attaching you to whatever rusting garbage he could scrounge up from an abandoned lot, and then torturing your body with random crap he found in the back of his closet.… Read the rest “DIY”
Intentions
I don’t want you to feel loved when I run my hands over you.
I want you to feel inspected.
Someday
If you put up with it long enough and smile no matter how badly he breaks your heart, someday, somehow, he’ll learn to love you.
He just has to, right…?
Dear Bedtime
[CONTENT ADVISORY: Don’t ask, just move along.]
In privately relating her deepest sexual desire, a woman recently apologized for boring me with something “too tame”, and I thought it would be nice to publicly (albeit anonymously) reassure her that I found it far from tame.… Read the rest “”
I stayed up all night looking at your blog and I realized just how much I can relate to it. I have only ever been with the man I married and have been happy and yet I look at all these photos of these women and the captions you include and I can’t help but think that is exactly what I want. You have a gift for words. I look forward for more.
I like the way you tell me you “have been happy,” as if you can already feel it slipping away. It must be quite something, to suddenly feel your feet trembling on a tightrope you didn’t realize you were walking.
When referring to her intelligence, I like to tell my girl that she’s “slightly gifted”. I find that it conveys both a respect for the facts and the clear message that she’s just barely good enough, which, y’know, is the surest foundation of any long-term relationship.
Moving In
[TRIGGER WARNING: Don’t look now, but methinks Satan is already behind thee.]
“Oh, stop those stupid tears, Jeanette! Don’t you realize how fuckin’ lucky you are?
“So I fucked you. So what? You should thank me! That’s right, thank me!… Read the rest “Moving In”