You begin by impressing me with who you are, how you look, and what you’re willing to do for attention.
Next, you slowly but surely help me lose my respect for your womanhood.
And then you sit back and enjoy as I try to square my initial impression with my observed reality, and take out the resulting frustration on your body and psyche.… Read the rest “Romance”
If she’s a respectable woman whom I’ve inadvertently offended, absolutely not. We don’t lay hands on the nice ladies.
If she’s a stupid little fuck-up with a slit, on the other hand?
I’d do a lot more than slap back.
If someone looks you in the eye and tells you that you’re a pointless, ridiculous, unfuckable cunt and you slap him or walk away, you may be normal.
If, on the other hand, you react by crying a little, lowering your gaze, and wondering if he’ll at least let you hump his knee, well… maybe not.… Read the rest “How will I know if I’m normal?”
I write some fairly fancy, fucked-up fiction now and then; appreciating that doesn’t make you broken any more than enjoying Raising Arizona makes your insides a rocky place where my seed can find no purchase. I feel like it’s possible for a relatively normal girl to be a fan of my work in small doses, so no, it’s not at all a definitive test.… Read the rest “am i a broken girl if i enjoy your blog? i mean, i feel like i have my life together. i go to university, i get good grades, i have a job, i am in extracurriculars, i hang out with my friends… but i always come back here… so does that mean i’m really a broken cunt too?”
The scariest lesbian you’ve ever fucking seen.
One of the key modifiers of my behavior is an awareness that women in general have a shit deal in life. If you turn me into a woman, that modifier becomes irrelevant… you’re removing my conscience along with much of my body mass.… Read the rest “If u were a girl… how would u be?”
Hmm… I really don’t believe anyone who knows me would call me “strict”. I think of “strict” as the relentless policing of a set of important rules, and that’s just not how I operate
I mean, rules are great for ritual’s sake… symbolism is important to me.… Read the rest “Looking through your blog and just loving how strict you are. Makes me imagine coming home from an awful terrible day and I come home and you’re immediately impatient with me bc I wasn’t listening to you talk and then you start to raise your voice and I just start sobbing and you look down and smile at me starting to laugh a little at me”
Pick a man who likes what you are, and loves what you can be.
Then bust your ass to realize his vision for you.
Cute, talented, determined. You’re an impressive girl.
But I know where you bury your bodies, and I know how to listen to the dead.
“Impressive girl.”
That’s a depressing essay to write, given what’s happened to this joint. ‘Cause it seems to me that pre-Oath Tumblr gave millions of women a more prominent voice in and about pornography than anything else, ever.
A quiet Sexual Revolution took place on this platform over the course of a decade, and the aftershocks from that earthquake will be felt for years to come.
I feel like “gentleman” might be an overstatement. I mean, I give strange women extra room on the elevator and hold doors for them, but it would seem unfair to lump me in with men who do that stuff without punching chicks in the face and calling them “disgusting cunts.”… Read the rest “So to “ regular girls” you’re just nice an a gentleman? Are you a gentleman to your girls too?”
