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O that this too too solid flesh would melt
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
– Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 2
—CONTENT WARNING—
According to the panel of feminists I saw on Rachel Maddow, men are seldom held accountable for sexual assault in this country. I’m told the system’s legal limitations and institutional biases inhibit the reporting of offenses and the prosecution of offenders, which in turn reinforces a de facto culture of willful blindness to and disinterest in the plight of victims.… Read the rest “”
Isn’t it amazing to know there are girls out there who look at porn like this and don’t get wet? Imagine how good it must feel inside, to be above that, to be the kind of person –the kind of woman– whose eyes, rather than fill with lust, instead brim with compassion at the sight of another in pain.… Read the rest “”
I’m going to show you something wonderful.
Watch closely, little thing. It will be a revelation.
Cranky Old Man Shit: Catcall
Cranky Old Man Shit #7
I make a habit of referring to my favorite women as “cunts”, and even I’m sufficiently evolved to think catcalling is pathetic. I can come up with semi-reasonable apologias for any number of sexist behaviors, but I’ve got nothing for “shouting obnoxious shit at strangers who are minding their own business.”
Where do you go when I fuck you?
Sometimes I want to follow you there and take it from you, colonize it as I have every other aspect of your existence. You should know that you don’t deserve a refuge I cannot despoil, a private hell I cannot infest; the arid steppes of your imagination are mine, by the right of the conqueror over the conquered.… Read the rest “”
She has oral skills I cannot rival! 🙁
Skill isn’t everything. Remember, you can do anything she can do with a little determination and a man’s brutal disregard for your gag reflex.
Looks broken, but also looks cheap so who cares?
Upcycle that bitch… these days, there’s a huge market for pieces with the worn, distressed look. Clean her up a little and tell everyone she’s a decorative ashtray or something.
Time to call a contractor; that’s a load-bearing cunt, and there aren’t enough zip-ties in the world to bring it up to code. Plus, if you look in its eyes, I’m betting the wiring’s all screwed up and everything’s gone dark in there.… Read the rest “”