Patti's Kinky Blog

Voting and the ability to vote has been a very big deal for me. People have literally died for me to have the right to vote. Not voting feels disrespectful to those people who put everything on the line for me to have the right to go to the polls without fear.

But since I’ve adopted this new (really old) way of thinking, my feelings on voting have changed. A lot. I used to be proud to vote, to allow my voice to be heard, to have opinions on things like how the country should be run. I would wear my sticker with pride all day. I would push my friends and coworkers to vote. I wouldn’t go so far as to call myself a feminist but I believed girls had a voice that was equal to that of a man’s.

But now I’m conflicted. Deeply conflicted. I still believe voting is important and one of the best things citizens can do however, I’m not sure if I’m entitled to that right anymore. I’m a girl and as such, I am inferior. And that’s ok. But people died to give this inferior girl a voice. Maybe they were foolhardy in doing so. They certainly had had good intentions I’m sure but I don’t think girls should be allowed to vote.

I did what a girl is supposed to do when confused and looking for answers, I asked my man what he thinks. He also doesn’t think that girls should have the right to vote. He told me he’d prefer it if I didn’t vote but he also believes that voting is important. He told me to vote how he tells me to vote.

This is the career I should have been pushed to in HS, professional decoration.  This the work uniform girls like me should expect.  My only useful skill is showing off my whore body for men’s entertainment.  It’s the only job I could hope to get.  Anything else would be better suited for a man. 

Even for this, I had to suck of every member of the road crew.

One of the guys in the audience, or a group of guys, is going to rape me.  The staff will record it and laugh about it. 

What would you rather be: some skinny, little thing to whom nobody even pay’s a moment’s notice? Or would you rather be a real woman, with the kind of soft, decadent curves that makes other women stare in jealousy and the men in lust?