You know you want it, why deny it? Objectifying yourself for attention feels good, showing yourself off feels good, making other people feel good feels good!

You should honestly be grateful for what you get, you peasant.

No? Just me? Oh okay 🤭

daddy, do you like my new panties?

Total eclipse of the Sun, July 1860, illustrated by astronomer Warren de la Rue.

There’s a conflict going on inside of me. My brain is fighting my cunt for control of my identity. This has been going on for a long time. In small ways, in the background, little battles. A tug of war. For a long time the status quo has been maintained. I wasn’t on any side of the spectrum; just a “normal” girl, caught in the middle, just like everybody else. Tumblr has totally turned the tide. My cunt is winning. I can remember a time, not very long ago, when the idea of posting any kind of picture of myself was simply out of the question. Now anybody who follows me can scroll and see my body on full display. There was a time when all I wanted this blog to be was a series of Q&A posts; whether sexual or not, just bloggers blogging, right? But no. Now it’s gifs of girls degrading themselves. Posts about the power of the patriarchy. About how good girls dumb down, forfeit their minds, allow their bodies to be used as toys. I used to have a blog with paintings, sketches, poems, and artful photos. Now it’s all filth, all the time. I used to log on to this site once every couple of weeks whenever I wasn’t busy with friends or had a few minutes. It was never about getting likes or follows or asks or reblogs. It wasn’t about attention. Now I log on every day. I do it to degrade myself for the amusement of others and my own sick gratifications. I’m becoming more of a fucktoy every fucking day. This site, the content on my dash, is turning my brain into bullshit. I shun my friends to stay logged in longer. I procrastinate in my actual life and run myself down with this stuff. I do drugs and scroll for hours instead of going out and experiencing the world with those heightened senses. The scales have tipped, people. My cunt is devouring my brain and I don’t think I have the willpower to stop it.