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piercethedoll · 3 months
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tell this slut your nastiest fantasies 🎀
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femsolid · 1 year
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"We still have no name for what happens to women living in a culture that hates them. We are sick people with no disease, given no explanation for our supposedly disconnected symptoms. When you catch a cold or a virus, your body has ways of letting you know that you are sick—you cough, you get a fever, your limbs literally hurt.
But what diagnosis do you give to the shaking hands you get after a stranger whispers “pussy” in your ear on your way to work? What medicine can you take to stop being afraid that the cabdriver is not actually taking you home? And what about those of us who walk through all this without feeling any of it—what does it say about the hoops our brain had to jump through to get to ambivalence? I don’t believe any of us walk away unscathed. 
I do know, though, that a lot of us point and laugh. The strategy of my aunts and mother is now my default reaction when a fifteen-years old on Instagram calls me a cunt or when a grown-up reporter writes something about my tits. Just keep pointing and laughing, rolling your eyes with the hope that someone will finally notice that this is not very funny. Pretending these offenses roll off of our backs is strategic—don’t give them the fucking satisfaction—but it isn’t the truth. You lose something along the way. Mocking the men who hurt us—as mockable as they are—starts to feel like acquiescing to the most condescending of catcalls, You look better when you smile. Because even subversive sarcasm adds a cool-girl nonchalance, an updated, sharper version of the expectation that women be forever pleasant, even as we’re eating shit. This sort of posturing is a performance that requires strength I do not have anymore. Rolling with the punches and giving as good as we’re getting requires that we subsume our pain under a veneer of I don’t give a shit. This inability to be vulnerable—the unwillingness to be victims, even if we are—doesn’t protect us, it just covers up the wreckage."
- Sex Object by Jessica Valenti  
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woman-for-women · 10 months
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thatnerddoingthings · 11 months
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Sometimes I get wet just thinking about my boobs and sometimes I cum just watching them bounce
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piercethedoll · 3 months
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happy new year’s eve!!!
my pfp close up for fun 😜
hope all your sex fantasies come true this year🤍
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femsolid · 1 year
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"But no one wants to listen to our sad stories unless they are smoothed over with a joke or nice melody. And even then, not always. No one wants to hear a woman talking or writing about pain in a way that suggests that it doesn’t end. Without a pat solution, silver lining, or happy ending we’re just complainers—downers who don’t realize how good we actually have it. Men’s pain and existential angst are the stuff of myth and legends and narratives that shape everything we do, but women’s pain is a backdrop—a plot development to push the story along for the real protagonists. Disrupting that story means we’re needy or selfish, or worst of all, man-haters—as if after all men have done to women over the ages the mere act of not liking them for it is most offensive."
- Sex Object by Jessica Valenti
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woman-for-women · 7 months
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needy-dumb-kitten · 1 year
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I want daddy to find me a mommy
I want to be pampered by them, cuddled and fed snacks and doted on
I want to be theirs, mommy and daddys little love bunny
I want them to make me feel warm and safe between them before they pounce and devour me, breaking me and turning me into a cock drunk, drooling little strung out fuck doll.
I wanna be owned by them, completely.
I want them to disrespect me and abuse me, tease me for being so willing for them, tell me im such a perverted little bunny, I must be since I'm getting off on what their doing to me... right?
I want daddy to do gross, disgusting things to me and whisper how pathetic I am to like it, that mommy would never let him do such things to her and here I am, cumming my little bunny brain out over it.
I want mommy to give me kisses and tell me that I'm doing such a good job for daddy, that I'm doing exactly what my body was designed for, after all, if I wasn't ment to do it, it wouldn't feel so good would it?
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spilladabalia · 2 months
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