…often have penises.
Ain’t that right, bitches?
…often have penises.
Ain’t that right, bitches?
I torture you and you pray to me in apology. I break you and you hobble to me for protection. I abandon you and you lose yourself in my wake. I debase the coin of your virtue, and you respect me for the clever theft.… Read the rest “Lovely, Stupid Things”
It’s hard to have a male superiority kink when men are so stupid
Nonsense; that’s what makes it kinky. If the male population weren’t a seething hotbed of half-witted mendacity, misplaced aggression, and weaponized asshattery, then “male superiority” would just be vanilla fucking.… Read the rest “”
This is going to read like a pro forma disclaimer, but it isn’t. I often go to a lot of effort to speak truth through lies and misdirection, but I’m being 100% straightforward right now.
This blog is not a work of advocacy.… Read the rest “Clarity”
I don’t call myself “a misogynist” because such a label is woefully incapable of conveying the vast and murky depths of my misanthropy. Hell, I’m as much a misandrist as anything; on the whole, I find men kind of simple-minded, tribal, and boring.… Read the rest “On Misogyny”
I greatly admire Theodore Roosevelt, the 26th President of the United States. For those who are unaware, there are two basic ways to describe him.
The first relies upon your imagination: summon before your mind’s eye a single human being whose physical, behavioral, and philosophical characteristics are a composite of every positive and negative cliché that springs to mind when you read the word “American”.… Read the rest “On Feminism”
Wounds don’t heal if you don’t dress and protect them. The fucked up part of your life isn’t going to knit itself whole as long as you keep seeking out unpleasant men to toy with your deformities. A guy who gets hard while tattooing his initials on to your stunted self-esteem isn’t going to help you grow past your misfortunes and maladies.… Read the rest “Do you think I’ll be broken forever…?”
If I ever tell you “I’ll pull out,” then I’m telling a lie.
If I ever tell you “This is gonna hurt,” then I’m not.
Because kindness is a lie, and your cunt craves the truth.
Someone recently asked if I thought she should cheat on her age-appropriate boyfriend with her much-older college professor. I decided to answer her publicly for the edification of all.
Dear Aspiring Tramp:
I seldom give advice, and when I do, it should always be assumed to come with a disclaimer indicating that I’m not an authority on jack-shit.… Read the rest “Dear Bedtime #1”