no limits

i’m like a clown that no one hired or pays

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I wake up to the sound of my alarm (the entire Pussy Whipped album by Bikini Kill), my jaw and tongue are sore from eating my girlfriend out for 6 consecutive hours the night before. Without turning off my alarm I hop out of bed to read the entirety of The SCUM Manifesto by Valerie Solanas, my favorite. When I'm finished reading I say a short prayer in front of my altar devoted to Andrea Dworkin before measuring my armpit hair again. I'm disappointed to find that it has only grown a centimeter since I last measured it (yesterday), I make a mental note to double up on my vegetables and protein today so that my body hair can grow longer. After eating my breakfast (5 eggs, a protein shake, and an entire bag of carrots) I lift weights for two hours. It is now time for me to go to my gender studies class, during which I challenge my professor's liberal feminist and post-modern views. After I am thrown out I go yell at the men in the quad for an hour before graffitiing vulvas around town with my fellow radical feminist friends. When we're done we go to the parking lot of a strip club and rob men as they leave. I then come home and make dinner for my girlfriend before eating her out again.

Do you want to deal with customers all day or do you want to dive deep into the ocean and perform dangerous repairs. Do you want to deal with school administrators and too many students or do you want to shake hands with the worst men youve ever met and be complicit in the destruction of the environment. Do you want to get naked in front of the internet for anyone to see or do you travel with an airline and be unable to settle down. And most importantly Do you wanna party

the whole point of a perfect rape victim is that she is dead. while the level of vilification she will receive can depend on the circumstances, ultimately, as long as she is alive, she's a nuisance. if she's hysterical, she has no credibility. if she's calm and collected, she's a liar. if she's hot, she was asking for it. if she's ugly, she shouldn't complain about getting some attention. if she's young, this will undermine every decision she makes for the rest of her life. if she's old, she might as well have not spoken up about it. the only victim worth seeking justice for, the only victim worth the sympathy, is a dead one. you aren't supposed to survive, if you've been raped. the rape is a way of killing you.

there's genuinely no way to have a normal conversation about your sexual orientation if you aren't straight and you've been raped/sexually assaulted, and since this is something most women will experience/come close to experiencing in their lives, this also means that there's no way for lesbians and bi women to talk about being attracted to women without their prior experience of sexual violence from men defining that attraction in the eyes of others.

I love how Zohran Mamdani is wearing a suit everywhere. And if he has anything else he puts it ON TOP of the suit. A basketball jersey. A high-vis vest. All worn over the suit. He’s like the mayor character in a cartoon who’s always dressed as The Mayor. If I didn’t know who he was and he biked past me in NYC I’d be like holy shit was that the mayor

wanna hang out [remembers it's rude to put expectations on people] it's cool if not [remembers people like to know they're wanted] but I'd really like it if you did [remembers selfishness is bad] we can do whatever you want though [remembers that handing someone a blank canvas isn't as effective as providing a suggestion to bounce ideas off of] like sucking each others fingers for example

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humiliating to be attracted to a conventionally attractive person. I thought I was a more sensitive and refined pervert than this