Freaque

there are few experiences more disappointing and embarrassing to be had than when you manage to convince yourself that something was loaded with erotic subtext and feel like the most intelligent sensitive pervert on earth, only to realise that was only the case because you misread or misunderstood an essential element of context which completely transforms if not outright removes any hint of eroticism

ohhhh okay so i just straight up hallucinated it like a desert mirage. i AM too horny and it IS making me stupid. the 1890s called; there's someone named sigmund freud on the phone who'd like to talk to you about these dreams you've been having.

"here's my original character, Man Who Sucks But Loves His Daughter Very Much" and it's a guy who worships at the altar of patriarchal violence and the woman he uses as an excuse and an effigy to absolve him

well i think his daughter should tell him to kill himself