This Is My Getaway.

and some girls might think it would be cute, if they were like me, to he told theyre a bad girl. bad girls make good girls look bad. but im not a bad girl. im a good girl

and im not a good girl because im “doing whats right” and “obeying the laws of nature” by submitting to my cunt and being bred. some girls might like that.

but it’s not even that. im a good girl because its honest. when i pretended that i didnt want to get fucked and bred more than i want a career or ambition, i was lying. good girls dont lie.

good girls tell the truth

good girls dont lie

good girls tell the truth

good girls dont lie

good girls tell the truth

its so hot

im not into misogyny play because i like putting women in boxes

im into misogyny play because the box has been created for me. and now, its not fashionable, or sexy, or progressive to fit into that box

now, if youre the kind of woman who wants to be constantly barefoot and pregnant, a sex object, vainly focused on her body and beauty and husband and children, if you want to be dependent and reliant on your man, youre looked down upon. youre setting feminism back centuries. youre a disappointment

but thats the kind of woman i am

thats the kind of woman i always wanted to be

and i fought it. so hard. for years i lied. i lied and i lied and i pretended i wasnt her

but i am her. i always was. beneath the facade of feminist liberation from the shackes of female servitude was a woman longing to be chained to her Man. a woman desperate to answer to him, to defer to him, to outsource all of her most important opinions to his intelligence, to run everything by him.

i want to be filtered through the lens of his perception of me

and, above all, it makes me wet that i desire all this kneeling at the foot of a female man. my man. he was made for me as much as i was made for him. only he can satisfy me. only he can cure my hunger. only he can create the container in which i can flourish

hes the box i fit into