I thought I was just sad!stic, but I fear Im -m!sogyn$tic instead.
There is a bitterness left behind in me from the pain and suffering I endured growing up. I thought I had moved past it, but I see now that it lingers in ways I hadnโt fully recognized. It creeps into my desires, into the way I view others, into the pleasure I take in control. Itโs not just that I like powerโI like the balance being tipped in my favor. I like knowing that someone else is beneath me, that they feel what Iโve felt, that they beg, that they suffer, that they break. And yet, I also hate that I feel this way.
I take pleasure in the suffering of other women, it makes me wet when they suffer.
Women aren't superior I am.















