My college promised a gay-friendly environment. What they neglected to mention is that GAY only means "men." Just like it always fucking does in this world. When you ask the average hick why he doesn't support gay marriage, he says, "I don't like the idea of two guys blah blah blah." Those "queer" cabarets are only for foppy drag-wearing attention whores who make the "Leave Britney Alone" guy look like a beef-eating football-playing all-American jackass. Nobody cares about lesbians, except fifteen-year-old boys who like to fap to us.
You know what, I'm just going to say it. I HATE men with a lesbian fetish. I hate those guys who come home to unload on their already sticky keyboard to things they don't deserve to see. When they're tired of throat rape and ass assimilation, they're onto fucking lesbians. To illustrate how much I utterly and completely despise lesbian porn as a whole, let me create a sample lesbian porno to start.
Pussy Lickers Five!
Act 1: Start kissing, but make sure only your tongues touch, and that your hands are doing some kind of noodle dance onto her boobs.
Act 2: Take off her bra, and then start moaning even though nothing is happening yet. Kiss her left breast and her right breast.
Act 3: She's randomly completely naked and you barely lick at her pussy like it's some disgusting ass meatloafy porkchop thing your grandma made that you're not sure is safe for human consumption. Smack her pussy a few times, and drop noisy spit on it. Cuz that's REALLY sexy as we all fucking know. And...hopefully by now she's making that kind of moaning that sounds like one of those whiny-voiced black and white movie actresses getting raped immediately after being hit by a car.
Act 4: Find some really porous and toxic dildo (any jelly will do) and start giving it a sensual blow job. Treat it a LOT better than you treated her.
Act 5: Don the strap and force her to blow you. Moan like a helium sucking cow getting branded.
Act 6: There is no act six. No one ever orgasms in lesbian videos, unless some guy interrupts.
Movie makers continuously crank out this garbage, and then what am I? Sensitive guys think I'm just afraid of their magnificent dicks, assholes wanna watch me fuck a woman...because the only reason I like women is obviously to turn on the sort of guys who deserve to turn up in trash cans far more than their last five girlfriends who have been featured on America's Most Wanted.
The only time anyone has ever kissed me was at some stupid drunken party where peer pressure had me naked within the first ten minutes, and anxiety for the date I had the next day got me making out with some bottle bisexual, a lesbian I was rejected for only a couple weeks ago, this other random straight girl, and some guy's girlfriend who had incredibly nasty breath (bless her heart). I said...I didn't want to take off my bra, but peer pressure prevailed. I said I didn't want any GUYS touching me, but that stupid fuckhead whose chest looks like a carpet had to get a pinch at my ass. And by the end of the night, everyone had made out with the other lesbian (guys and girls) and I stood out badly as "the one who has a lower comfort level" or "isn't ready" or what the fuck ever.
Why the FUCK does this need to have anything to do with my damn comfort level. If all the guys want to kiss each other in between kissing girls, mostly grabbing girls off me, FINE. If the other lesbian wants to make out with guys because she has five fucking drinks in her and she's a terrible lightweight, FINE. But that doesn't mean that I'm less brave, less mature, less ready, what the fuck ever. It means when I see a pair of male lips coming at me, EVERYTHING inside me just screams "NO!" I don't care what other girls do, but to me the idea of kissing a guy is just...well it's disgusting. But at my college EVERYONE likes men. All the girls (even the fucking lesbians) like men...and all the guys (even the straight ones) do too. I fail to see what is so goddamn special about men that not only do they run everything in this country, but enough of them to create horribly negative stereotypes sell the dignity of ALL women for the price of one pornstar's DVD (hell these days you can download us). You can put us on your computer and claim what's rightfully yours. You can have every girl who has ever turned you down at the click of a button. No fucking wonder no one wants a woman. Society has cheapened us. Made us worthless.
Women go to stores, and have two choices. Look like a slut, or be grandma. A woman's body isn't something special anymore. It isn't a gift. And vagina is only par for the course (as is deep-throating). ANAL is the real gift. The only thing of any real intimate value on us (in the eyes of narrow-minded societal mother culture), is the hole that our FECES comes out of. That's what we're worth to these guys. The shoot of feces.
Pardon me, men of the world, if I don't feel FLATTERED when you want to shove your dick up my ass. Basically...what you're saying when you want that, is that you don't want to have to look at me. You want to put me in the most degrading position you can come up with, and ram me from behind so you won't have to look at me, and remember I'm a human being, while we fuck. WHAT WORTH has society left us women, that you fucking NEED to degrade us any further? We're putting fucking SEVEN-YEAR-OLDS in THONGS that say "wink wink" or "eye candy." Abercrombie kids, look it up if you don't believe me.
They show us these movies like She's All That, The Princess Diaries, and Never Been Kissed, where a girl magically morphs from a wildabeast into the most popular girl in school...but ultimately falls in love with the one male friend who was there for her all along. Then they market us these hot, grown up clothes. And you think, "I could be like Mia in the Princess Diaries. Sure I'm a loser now, but come fall I'll be beautiful. And everyone will want me." The summer before 7th grade, I did this yoga exercise I found in Girl's Life to make myself taller. I shampooed my hair with Sheer Blonde constantly, and in the fall I hit Nordstroms for skin-tight glitter jeans, short shorts, mini-skirts, a TON of makeup, and even this one pair of pants that had a stripe that went up my ass crack and between my legs. Call me an idiot, but I HONESTLY didn't know that I was putting on a sexual image. I just thought that I was being mature, grown up, cool, pretty if you will. They get you all ready for your Princess Diaries fairytale ending, then they throw you to the fucking wolves. They send you to middle school and every guy is "my balls this" and "my balls that" and "suck my dick" and "blow me!" Seriously...I could not walk two feet without hearing SOMETHING about some guy's penis in middle school. It was a major turnoff, and I was struggling to make myself like guys as it was. I found myself checking out the other skankishly clad girls, all the while thinking "guys really aren't sexy enough to forgive their behavior."
When I came out as "bi," I met my kind-of-almost-it's-complicated rapist and learned that girls can be just as heartless as guys. Now, to be honest, I can't fucking trust anyone. My best friend has feelings for me, and every time he tells me this, those rapist words...that I deserved it, that I turned her on and now I have to pay...that FUCKING BULLSHIT runs through my head and I think, what if that's what EVERYONE who looks at me...and lusts after my "D cup ass" is thinking? What if all of them are really entitled to rape me for being attractive and not putting out? I'm SORRY if I seem like a man-hater, I'm just so fucking scared. And she didn't have the decency to rape me, full on, physically. She came to me in dreams...and I almost KNOW that she did this (three years after the fact) and raped me/tormented me/stalked me/whatever the fuck she did NIGHTLY for TWO to THREE FUCKING YEARS. And...what the hell am I supposed to do now? Go to some rape support group and say "I had a bad dream?" Go to a shrink and say "this girl raped me astrally?" No. You can't fucking do that. NO ONE will believe me...well some people semi-do...but HOW can they when I don't even fucking believe me half the time.
It doesn't matter if she raped my body or my soul. She's a fucking whore, a fucking rapist, a fucking cunt. Girls like her are part of the reason why no one likes women...and the added injury is that she HAS a soul. There IS something deeper to her, and what the fuck does she do? HIDES it behind this skanky cuntrag BULLSHIT that she presents to the world ALL befuckingcause NO ONE wants to see a talented, attractive young woman who makes people feel good about themselves and is bluntly outspoken (that's what she was on good days). NO. They want a cunt, an asshole, and a throat to fuck. That's what society tells them they want anyway, and most of them eat that shit up. Well...to all you decent men out there...(and women), I salute you. And to all you shitbags of both gender...surely my rapist will be at your door soon...and you can have her all. Her pussy, her mouth, her throat, her eye sockets, her ears, any other orifices you care to carve...all will be yours. But her body isn't free. You'll take, she gives. And when your penis or vagina is covered in festering erupting little red sores, I hope you regret with every fiber of your being putting carnal animal flesh-hunger over the worth of your soul.
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I admire your articulate hostility. But . . . why get mad at human nature? It won't change. Sex is a natural function invested with cultural meaning; in and of itself it's what any animal does. Are we mad at dogs that mount each other? Focus on what makes humans transcend animals--literature, philosophy, poetry--not the sexuality that makes us their equals.
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