Honestly—and I don’t mean to dodge your question (though I absolutely am, because I’m not a sex researcher or psychologist of any kind)—that doesn’t really interest much as a practical matter at the moment. I could offer up my opinions on how we as a society have been taught to treat one gender as sexual gatekeepers…

Whatever that ideal world is, it ain’t capitalism. So as long as we live under capitalism, I find it absolutely abhorrent and anti-feminist to try to force women out of the jobs they decided for themselves to do. (For more on the difference between “free choice” and “decision” in this context, check out Lorelei Lee’s…

No one has ever called me “hoss” in my life, but I eagerly anticipate the day it finally happens. Being called it would make me feel like I was talking to Waylon Jennings.

Oh fuck off, SWERFs.

Bet you probably stammer and slouch in the car at traffic stops, “Y-y-y-y-yes Mister Officer, you have nice day now s-sir!” 

I, too, have banged my ex in a car. It was, for some reason, in the front seat of his Ford F-150. It was also in my own apartment complex parking lot, and I have no idea why we didn’t just go inside to do it.

Damn, I had no idea about the extra nipples. I have always had a soft spot for him after the conspiracy about him and his bandmate being in a relationship forced them to walk back their friendship, and after he was cast (through no fault of his own) as a horrific abuser in a fanfic so popular it got the 50 Shades…

Enough to get me to agree to it.

I should also add, this wasn’t like... a long time in the past. This was earlier today.

(Had to make a new burner cause of course I can’t find the password to my old one)