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"What am I to you?"

"What?" Nanami asked, looking up at you confused,

What were you to him? What did that mean? You were.. you. He didn't understand what you wanted him to say.

"I said, what am I to you?" You asked him again, he stayed silent for a while, still unsure what to say to you.

"I don't.. I don't understand what you're asking me." He answered honestly after a moment of silence, he normally felt like he could understand you well enough. But right you felt like a closed book.

"What am I to you? Am I a person? Am I a pet? An object? What am I to you, Kento?" His eyes widened with how cold you sounded now.. and that empty look to your eyes, it made him freeze for a moment.

"What..? You're a person to me, obviously... I love you, I.. I don't see you as an object or as a pet." He was still a little stunned but managed to answer anyways.

You stayed silent for a moment.

Both of you did, you looked out the window, Nanami watched you from across the table as you did so, watched as you then turned back to look at him again.

"Liar." Was all you said in reply.

"I'm not lying... what.. what even makes you say that? You know I love you." He was starting to get upset, you could see that, was he really that clueless to his own behavior? You wondered.

"Maybe that you locked me in here.. Maybe that you treat me like some unruly pet or maybe that you see me as something you own, who knows." You didn't sugarcoat it. Why would you? Nanami said he wanted you two to act more like a couple, so you were communicating your issues, that was couple behavior.

He seemed to be trying to think of what to say for a moment. "Listen.. I know that our start wasn't easy.. but that doesn't mean I don't see you as a person.. I do.. I—"

You cut him off.

"You don't actually believe what you're saying do you?" You looked annoyed, rolling your eyes at how he seemed to double down on his stance. Was he ignorant or just stubborn? You weren't too sure.

"I'm an object to you Nanami, maybe you think I'm not since you seem to have such a high view of me or because you "love" me. But that doesn't change that you don't truly see me as my own person with thoughts and feelings." You looked him straight in the eye as you spoke.

"You think getting me flowers and saying nice words will change the actual reality? Do you think that's all it takes for this to suddenly be a good and equal relationship? Do you think saying you "love" me while we have sex, which you coerced me into having, makes it any less bad? Do you think saying that you're "doing it for me" makes you any less of a captor? If so then you truly are delusional." You let out a chuckle with your last statement before continuing to speak, watching as he looked back in silence.

"Live in your fantasy world all you want. Because that will never change how you view me as an object, no amount of sweet words and gifts will change that so maybe it's better you acknowledge it already instead of lying to yourself." You finished speaking and watched as he just stared at you in complete silence.

It was like that for some moments before he took a deep breath, got up, took his car keys and left the house, his movement was almost robotic but also urgent, like he just had to leave the room as soon as possible.

He didn't look at you once during that.

You didn't care where he'd go or for how long he'd be gone or even if he'd be back, you finished your meal and left for your own room.

Next morning, you opened the door to your room, being met with a gift box by the floor.

Oh, how "sweet" of him.

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Snip. Snip.

He cut it right under my tits, leaving the top half as a useless, torn crop that barely covered anything. My nipples were completely exposed, soft and puffy, on full display like the desperate whore I am. Then he kept cutting lower, turning the rest into the shortest, sluttiest excuse for a skirt I’ve ever seen. The frayed hem didn’t even reach the bottom of my ass. Every little movement and my bare cheeks spilled out, my pussy peeking from underneath like a needy slut who can’t even dress herself properly.

I stood there burning with shame, face flushed, trying to tug it down but only making it worse. My tits jiggling out the top, my ass completely falling out the bottom.

And he just stepped back, looked me up and down, and groaned in approval.

“Fuck, look at you… such a pathetic, exposed little mess. But goddamn, you’re perfect like this. My pretty, brainless fuckdoll. Walking around with your tits and ass out like the cheap, filthy girl you were always meant to be.”

He reached down and slapped my bare ass hard, watching it jiggle. “Good girl. This is exactly how you should always dress for me.”

You enter the busy room, made pretty by the decent number of humans mindlessly staring as their fixed in positons: each wooden chair with a human sitting on them, arms on armrests, their back as backsupport, their lap where you sit. One near the centre used as an ashtray, watching a man rub his cigarette on it's tongue. One hanging from above with lights attached to every body part, swinging lightly. A few placed in clever ways as decoration on the walls, made pretty with lights and such. Some supporting the glass table platform where the cards are being placed, staring up blankly with dazed eyes. One decorated girl on her knees singing quietly constantly like a music box, trying her best to sing whatever was asked of her.

Your friend said this was high risk poker and you did like playing such but.. your life was quite the high steaks bet. Being hypnotised to believe yourself an object and act the part forever, never treated as human again only furniture, only for a purpose. Made no more comfortable by their light level of clothing or how 70% of them were women.

You sat down to play, and tried to ignore the side of you that found the idea of losing thrilling, and focused on trying to win.

"You know the stakes? You lose you become one, you win you get $100,000, and optionally can take one object from here. I warn ya, I ain't bad at this game, nor will running work."

i’ve seen many a version as to how the greaser subculture got its name, from the most obvious being “hair”, to machinery grease associated with motorcycle customs, to the word “greaser” being a general synonym for “tough guy” at the time; however, in actuality the circumstances may not have been so whimsical. despite being associated with the mid-century, the subculture didn’t get its name until the 1960s, and more than that - the name was not self imposed. so what exactly happened?

the origins of the word greaser can be traced way back to the 1850s, or even earlier. i will go over them as i learned about them (feel free to correct me as i’m not exactly a historian or an american) and tie them back to the subculture eventually. it’s like a trip through time. please keep arms and legs inside the ride at all times

a striking use of the word greaser is found in the 1855 anti-vagrancy act, known as the greaser act at the time. as california was assimilated into the united states, and as the gold rush progressed, an effort was made to push "vagrants” out (including california - born mexicans, not just immigrants), creating the foreign miner’s tax - a whopping 20$ monthly fee to be granted mining rights at all (in today’s dollar this would be about eight hundred bucks!) it also leveled mexicans to a degrading, laborous job that there was available for them at the time - greasing mining carts;

 The word "greaser" (a vestige of the Mexican–American War) was a derogatory term used to refer to Mexicans and Mexican Americans referring to "the practice of Mexican laborers in the Southwest greasing their backs to facilitate the unloading of hides and cargo,"...

the word, despite existing beforehand, was popularised by its usage in an official document, and quickly spread. a scrambled effort was made later to rename the document, the damage had already been done.

as any word does, the word greaser and its meaning has mutated from then, going from a word referring to labourers to being essentually a slur, existing to futher degrade mexicans based on their appearance, as well as assumptions made about the culture and hygiene of mexicans:

They considered Mexicans to be “half-n*gro” and “half-Indian.” They called the Mexicans “greasers.” As one defined it: “A ‘greaser’ was a Mexican—originating in the filthy, greasy appearance of the natives”...

the slur persisted. the stereotypes did, too. the words “greaser” and “greaseball” were, as far as i can see, a popular staple of the american lexicon.

a popular stereotype about POC has, from my understanding, always been promiscuity and a “lack of class”. latino men have been stereotyped to be dim-witted and sexually agressive, while women have been objectified, reduced to their “exotic” appearance - a common stereotyping problem.

this is where we come back to the greaser subculture. 

despite its emergence in the late 1940s- early 1950s, the subculture did not earn its name until the 60s, for reasons unknown to me. what’s more interesting - and disturbing - is that it appears the 50s greasers did not name themselves that. 

a fact to keep in mind as we discuss this topic is that the subculture consisted of working class people, both POC and white - though of latino and white immigrants primarily. 

i believe the stereotype of mexican promiscuity is what influenced the label so much. the 50s greasers made a noticeable effort to distance themselves from the gender roles of the time, standing against marriage and traditional american living for the most part - an un-american behaviour;

Following World War II, most of American culture could be described as conforming. There were a lot of traditional gender roles, such as women taking care of the homes while men went off to work. However, the 50s greasers rebelled against conformity. 

this, undoubtedly, intimidated the “good, conforming americans” of the time.

with their desire to rebel against being boxed in came a stereotype of being somehow sexually agressive and vile, dirty in some way. the fact that the subculture housed and gave comfort to many latinos at its start made this notion even stronger. i think the use of the word to describe this subculture was comparative at first - maybe you’ve heard the phrase “acting like a greaser” before. i believe this was a comparsion made to point out this supposed differing expression of sexuality and gender for the greasers that were not outwardly latino.

“you’re acting like a greaser”, i.e., “you’re acting like a mexican.”

overtime, the phrase perhaps shortened, and as the subculture persisted, instead of comparing one to the other, the young men and women (primarily men, as i believe, since the ladies were named “greaser girls” derivative of their male comrades) were being directly labelled as greasers.

 i find it hard to pinpoint exactly when its meaning shifted. as far as i can see and understand, the word “greaser” is no longer used as a slur; at least, not popularly. nowadays, it’s almost exclusively associated with the subculture and its portrayal in popular media. it’s not my place to definetively state this, but it seems that now the term has been divorced from its racist origins. i’m definetely not trying to make anyone feel bad for using it - it now refers to your favourite slick-back boys. you can breathe easy.

thanks for coming along with me on this wordy post!

race, sexuality and gender expression among the subculture is a different topic for a different day.

p.s. i apologise on not being able to provide a clear source on some of the claims i make here - such as the naming of the subculture taking place in the 60s. feel free to take any info i can’t definetevely prove with a grain of salt. this topic is surprisingly difficult to research (as if this is something the people back then didnt want us to know or something!) and sources tend to contradict each other and even themselves - 

this is the same article (also what the actual fuck is that “white middle class females” comment???) 

Women can still objectify other women. Objectification doesn't suddenly stop being a problem just because a woman is the one doing it.

This isn't just about lesbians being sexually explicit. This is specifically about them objectifying women. Lesbians can and do prey on women just like men can. It's dangerous to spread the idea that lesbians either can't or don't prey on and harm women.

they always stare- walking into the gym to drop off some snacks and food for kou is always a conundrum. eyes pinning you down, looking as you wait like an angel in the sidelines for their rep to get done before your man nearly tackles you in a sweaty and heated hug, seconds away from sucking up your cheek in his mouth and biting because he missed you so much, even if it was just three hours of not being around you.

it’d be easier to ease into his enthusiastic hugs if you weren’t so aware of lingering gazes, and frankly it makes you near uncomfortable- hushing your boyfriends whines of not being able to stay and wait and watch- but you have your reasons.

they dont mean to make you uncomfortable- it’s just… bokutos big.

he’s a big man and not ashamed to parade around naked, done showering after practice- his teammates have all seen the big and thick cock laying heavy between his legs.

they all stare because they really wonder how someone like you could take such a big cock- hunger always laying behind the gazes they throw at you, shuffling around the water fountain to whisper and slyly lust over you- wondering if such a pretty little thing like you would take any big cock. they’d all offer their own up to you in a heartbeat to test it.