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He was a virgin when we met.
Staff Note: When vulgarity meets artistic merit, I am always happy to be in that place.
He had fucked five girls.
Cathy was his first. They were together from fourteen to seventeen. After three years of under the shirt but over the bra, jean on jean friction she finally spread her legs two weeks after his seventeenth birthday on the backseat of the Hyundai he’d been gifted by his parents. That was a good year.They were supposed to be together forever but summer abroad in Madrid and college on a different continent brought Amanda, Fay and Magda between them. Cathy realized that sex ruins everything and so she reclaimed her virginity and wore white at her wedding. Her next first time was with her husband on their honeymoon in the Cayman Islands.
When I met him he was madly in love with girl number five, a history major who told everyone her name was Jerusalem and wore thick black eye liner nearly to her temples. The night we met she was drunk on key lime vodka and lecturing the room on the applicability of Baha’i dogma to atheistic living.
I fucked him on a fold out chair in an empty kitchen, straddled across his lap with my hands for balance on the counter top, his shoulder between my teeth to drown the noise. As he was about to cum the chair went up on its two back legs and slid out from under us. He smacked his head on the granite counter on his way down and landed on his back, still inside me, still hard. He finished in the few seconds before his eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out.
I left him there with his pants down.
He had fucked five girls. But he was a virgin when we met.
I only need the wind in the trees
and your hand in mine
to remind me that I walk on the ground
without sinking
Anyone want a baby bunny?
They’re very young now and need a little while to get older, but unless tragedy strikes, we have 4 baby bunnies and 3 of them will def need homes. They shouldn’t get too big since their parents are small.
Let me know!
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Men who want to flirt with women have to realize: Women live in a state of continual vigilance about sexual safety. It’s like having a mild case of hay fever that never goes away. It’s not debilitating. You’re not weak. You’re not afraid. You just suck it up and get on with your life. It’s nothing that’s going to stop you from making discoveries, or climbing mountains, or falling in love. Sometimes you can almost forget about it. It doesn’t mean it’s not there, subtly sucking your energy. You learn to avoid situations that make it worse and seek out conditions that make it better.
If a female stranger is wary around you, it is not because she suspects you are a rapist, or that all men are rapists. It’s because a general level of circumspection is what vigilance requires. Don’t take it personally.
If this frustrates you, try to remember that women are blamed for lapsed vigilance. If a woman does get raped, everyone rushes to see where she let her guard down. Was she drinking? Was she alone? Was she wearing a short skirt? Did she go to a strange man’s room for coffee at 4am?
A woman must be seen to be vigilant as well as be vigilant. If she is deemed insufficiently vigilant, she will be at least partly blamed for any sexual violence that befalls her. If she’s regarded as downright reckless, that “evidence” can be used to completely exonerate her rapist. If it comes down to a he said/she said dispute over whether sex was consensual, as so many rape cases do, the dispute becomes a referendum on whether the woman seems like the sort of reckless person who would have sex with a stranger.
If a woman does go back to a strange man’s hotel room at 4am, even if she only wants a coffee and conversation, she’s more or less given him the power to rape her. No jury is going to believe she went up there for anything but sex. So, don’t be surprised if a stranger reacts badly to that suggestion.
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Attention, Space Cadets: Do Not Proposition Women in the Elevator
I wish I didn’t need to reblog stuff like this. I wish people *got it*. But judging from the ridiculous response to these posts, stuff like this clearly still needs to be repeated.
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This actually made me cry. Ugh.
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Will always reblog
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I actually have to explain this to Chris all the time. I even try to put it in his own perspective, but it’s hard. Until he met me, it was something he never even considered women had to deal with. He thinks about it a little more though, which is nice.
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