I refuse to accept that I am open
to comments on my appearance from total strangers and 'well-meaning'
relatives purely because I am a woman.
People who speak in squeaky,
hesitant voices and can't get to the point really shit me.
Boorish men call me a dyke when I refuse (gasp!) their genteel offers of
"how 'bout it?"
I will not accept the 'fact' that a highly-sexed woman
is a slut, while her male counterpart is 'just doing what guys do'.
(Thanks for the quote, dad.) also, people who can't spell bother me
beyond belief.
And what's all this crap about 'da bomb' anyway?
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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