Jun 8, 2019
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OK SO IM ON THE TRAIN RETURNING FROM PRIDE and im getting such nasty looks from old ppl gjskgjs
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I really don't understand feminists. I am a woman but isn't most of today's society equal? Like some girls are annoyed that guys don't do nice things for girls like they used to in the old days like open car doors for them. But honestly I find it equal.. Because we didn't do it for them.
no…. no. have you ever heard of rape culture? the wage gap? cat calling? slut shaming? illegal abortion because a fetus life is more important than a mother’s? sexual harassment, which generally goes unpunished? girls being sent home because their shorts are too short and are a distraction to males? workplace discrimination because women are seen as inferior and are incapable of doing a ”’man’s”” job? ever noticed how you can get condoms for free pretty much anywhere, but pads and tampons are expensive as fuck? not to mention the horrific oppression women face in other parts of the world. do some research, my friend. just because women have the right to vote and own land doesn’t mean they are treated equal to men. they just want you to think that.
Guess what. Story time, bitches.
I awoke this morning with my phone off. It wasn't until I left my house to go to work that I noticed and turn my phone back on. Soon after the boot-up, I received a text message soliciting Willy Wrappers*which elicited a somewhat entertained reaction from myself.
"Ha," I replied in more words, "I have no use for such a thing."
"That isn't what reached my ears in the recently past, ole chap."
I replied, my curiosity piqued, "Oh, what news would that be, comrade?"
"Oh, nothing much. A little birdy told me not two moons ago of your multitude of scandalous adventures with a man.~"
I chortled. Oh the hilarity of such an accusation!
Through the duration of my trek to the teaching facility of which I had become a laborer, I entertained my companion in good humor. Though in good spirits with not hurt feelings whatsoever, I felt the nagging urge to find the culprit!
After a little Guess Who, I discovered the identity of the source. I asked around for information on the Originator.
Not long after, I began interrogating my suspect. The allegation against him? Spreading fucking (literally) rumors.
It became a game of finger pointing, the two stating they heard these allegations from the other! Oh the humanity! Soon I grew tired of these antics...
My interrogation became an incessant nagging, but I had no problem with that. In the end, I found the answer I sought after.
Though the elusiveness of my suspect's replies were vexing to say the least, I ceased my molestation of his nerves. As it turns out, the two were conversing about intercourse, but more specifically Willy Wrappers.* As all sexually matters go, the conversation fell unto me, which two days after resulted in the solicitation of the aforementioned tubular, latex protector.
The circle has ended and I am satisfied.