once i take my bra off, don’t ask me to do shit for u bitch bc once that bra comes off, i am clocked out of life. i am done. i am finished. i am logged the fuck out.
"She’s a little diamond."
If we are being completely honest, I still haven’t.
Do I have a healthy sex life with my boyfriend? Yes.
Am I able to hug males I’m SUPER familiar again? Yes.
What about males I’m not that familiar with? No.
Do I ever go a day without thinking about the assault? I have. Maybe twice.
Do I still cringe when someone touches me from behind? Yes.
Do I still walk to my car clutching my keys like knives, with 911 predialed, and peeking under the car to see if someone is standing on the other side? Yes.
Do I still cry when I see a man who looks like that man? Yes.
And when that song plays? Yes.
I don’t know if those things will ever change. Having a healthy sex life, hugging relatives and friends, and going a few hours without thinking about it are MILESTONES for me. I can’t tell you if I’ll ever fully recover. Z asked me this the other day, actually… If I’d ever be less easily triggered. I just don’t know.
I un-followed someone today, not something I usually do. He posted an image of a woman giving head, that gagged so hard she just about threw up, tears and makeup running down her face.
Hey, to each there own. There are some women that are totally into that. More power to ya’ sister. It was actually the caption that got me.
“Women are low, insecure animals desperate for male attention. They crave it more than love, more than self esteem, more than respect, more than oxygen. They’ll do anything to get that attention, and anything to try and keep it - even the vile and demeaning things they swear to themselves they would never ever do.”
Just so we’re clear, I enjoy some pretty raunchy sex, and never have I felt insecure, low, or demeaned. The things I do, and things my partner does are not vile. I do not crave male attention.
Want to know what the difference is? When I’m having sex and my partner has his hand around my throat, he keeps a measured eye on me to make sure I’m okay. That is what I crave. The higher level of respect and intimacy required for that kind of experience. There is so much trust there. I can relax, and feel more in tune with my partner. Getting my ass slapped doesn’t lower myself esteem. It gives me power. Because we both know it’s my belief of his incredible respect for me that lets such a feisty, feministy woman submit. My trust and his respect is not only the reason I allow it, but it’s the reason I fucking love it.
So, let’s just check that misogyny at the door.
im not religious but BLESS THIS POST.
SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT
someone shoot me.