Howling

i feel often like my life ended a long time ago. like whatever lively thing there might ever have been in me was used up and i am empty, hollow. a sad ghost of a girl.

Two years of college, several certificates and qualifications, hundreds of hours of studying and thousands in student debt, just to be the pretty set of fat tits for the boss to molest.

Directly in the dirt. Raw. Perfect.

i have a misogyny kink not a patriarchy kink y’know? like it’s not about the structure it’s about the degradation and violence involved in enforcing the structure. for misogyny kink to be hot the person playing the role of the misogynist must know they are the villain, and be delighted to play the part

the thing that’s hot is it’s a rigged game and the rules are made up to make sure the same people keep winning. it’s evil and unfair. thats what we’re fetishizing here

i said enforcement but it’s also about the benefitting parties casually collecting the rewards of the structure. it’s hottest when men know women are full complex thinking feeling people, but don’t actually care, at least not as much as they care about getting to use girls according to their whims

Fascinating perspective.

Ba ba before bed 🍾

That's the look of a genuine trophy right there.

finding a new therapist and in the first session mentioning that I have trauma from sexual assault. he asks me to elaborate a little bit-- what happened there? I haltingly stutter through the bare bones of the story-- he stops me. tells me he asked for *details*. start again. I feel embarrassed but start over, including everything I can remember-- what I was wearing, how it felt, how my throat hurt from screaming for days afterwards--- and I see him start to rub himself through his slacks. A blush flames up over my cheeks, but he tells me to keep going, and when I get to the end, start again. I do as he says-- he's in charge here, not me. The third time I'm telling it, when I tell him how horrible I felt when I came on my rapist's cock, he tells me to climb into his lap. he humps against me as I tell the story, my voice and thighs shaking as my panties get wetter and wetter. he pushes me off right before I'm about to ask to cum-- our hour is up. He'll see me again next week.

At the core of every quiet girl is some variation of this.

If only more girls realized this is better than therapy.....

The second daddy’s car pulls in the driveway 😇🥰🔥😊😌❤️

Love these panties......

Individually wrapped snacks