Puddin_Slvt

You tossed the sweatpants and hoodies, the beanie and the Converses. And, in their place, you got dresses, push up bras, panties, and heels.

You're still a photographer, of course, but now you're doing a lot more weddings and maternity and baby shoots. People call you "girl." Sometimes you catch the boyfriend or husband looking at your ass.

Honestly, it's just more fun. Every Single Man in Existence notices, and there's something wild and wonderful about that. Some people comment on how short the dresses are getting, on how nice the boobs look. But lots of people don't even mention it. You can do it openly and most people won't say anything.

One maternity shoot the wife was insane and such a bitch to her husband. You sucked his cock the weekend after the shoot and swallowed his cum. He deserved something good in his life.

You start to piece it together when I mention hating shellfish, and you say everybody loves shellfish, and I agree, apologizing for being confused. Obviously, I love shellfish because everyone does.

We talk about my job, and I say I'm enjoying it. You admit that you believed I wasn't qualified for it. Suddenly, I agree. I'm actually in over my head, and I should really look into a job more suited to my abilities.

You're finally catching on, and you ask about my relationship. I say I'm happy with my girlfriend, and you tell me girls don't belong together. I don't even blink, agreeing that the relationship doesn't make sense. Two girls? You Remind Me that I was just fooling around and practicing, and I thank you for clearing that up, because I was confused.

You point out that I'm confused a lot because I am not that smart. I agree, because obviously I'm pretty dumb, ignoring any of my education. I even started acting more dumb because I was probably trying too hard to overcompensate.

Thankfully, you make it clear that as my boyfriend and owner, you can handle the smart decisions, like what job I work best at.

It doesn’t matter if you actually know how to do something, make mistakes and look stupid.

You know why?

Because, when those men laugh at how dumb you look and correct you, it’s going to make you so wet! And it’s going to further instill in those men that girls are just brain dead sluts.

So make yourself incompetent and dumb! Humiliate yourself and be a sex object!

You start to piece it together when I mention hating shellfish, and you say everybody loves shellfish, and I agree, apologizing for being confused. Obviously, I love shellfish because everyone does.

We talk about my job, and I say I'm enjoying it. You admit that you believed I wasn't qualified for it. Suddenly, I agree. I'm actually in over my head, and I should really look into a job more suited to my abilities.

You're finally catching on, and you ask about my relationship. I say I'm happy with my girlfriend, and you tell me girls don't belong together. I don't even blink, agreeing that the relationship doesn't make sense. Two girls? You Remind Me that I was just fooling around and practicing, and I thank you for clearing that up, because I was confused.

You point out that I'm confused a lot because I am not that smart. I agree, because obviously I'm pretty dumb, ignoring any of my education. I even started acting more dumb because I was probably trying too hard to overcompensate.

Thankfully, you make it clear that as my boyfriend and owner, you can handle the smart decisions, like what job I work best at.

But I think it's more interesting to picture a woman who was fit in college, in the height of her feminism and queerness. Someone who you looked at and could tell played women's sports.

And then you look at them later, and the muscles they were so proud of have become soft, and a chubby layer of fat has gathered around their hips and waist. Now that they aren't working out consistently, they're just softer and weaker. Maybe they've gotten knocked up once or twice, and it's changed them forever. Maybe their breasts are a little heavier now and not as pert and perky as they once were. The idea that when they were fit and tight, that was a point of their pride and Independence and told you a lot about who they were and what they liked. Their identity.

And now, all that has been taken away, and they have the soft body of a wife and mother, now being defined by their role in the patriarchy and having the body to show for it.

Well, I think it’s time to make this double standard hot again. Let me introduce you to ✨incapacitating feminity✨

Think about how long it takes to shave or wax a whole body. And doing makeup on a daily basis is long too. Going to the gym on a daily basis is time consuming. All that time a girl spend on her body is time she won’t spend on reading books, studying or watching the news.

Forcing girls to conform to irrealistic beauty standards incapacitates them as citizens, it keeps them dumber and less informed. Forced to rely on men to know what’s right or wrong.