Thanksgiving has never been one of my favorite holidays. I love to eat, so I’ve always enjoyed the food but I think it’s barbaric to celebrate mass genocide.
Anyway, I received an invitation for thanksgiving dinner from my sister that I haven’t talked to in over a year that went something like this…
“Hey look I know we have our differences and have both said horrible things to each other so that being said. I think we should forgive and forget for our parents sake at thanksgiving so here is your formal invite.”
Unfortunately her memory of what she and I both said in our last conversation has eluded her. Luckily I saved the texts so that I wouldn’t forget that she not only justified my sexual assault at 16 as something that “all woman go through” and that only open-minded people like trump can “grab her pussy”.
Oh, and “Don’t come crawling when you need something because this is one sister that won’t be there.”
I was called a bigoted bitch because I wouldn’t tolerate her support for a bigoted, racist, narcissist who brags about sexually assaulting women.
I’ll never understand women who voted for trump.
And I’ll never forgive them.
These women set back equality a hundred years and spit all over Alice Paul’s grave.
So, I’m not sorry but I’m definitely not interested in having dinner at my sister’s. Check your texts sister, you were the only one name calling and victim blaming. Not me. I owe you no apology.
I work from home most Thursdays and I get a lot of requests from guys for Thursday “lunch”… in which “lunch” is code for “afternoon delight”… silly men.
In answer to this, I have developed some “Rules” for “Thursday”…
1. Lunch is mandatory. Or there will be no “afternoon delight”.
2. Dessert, real dessert, not “dessert” that is code word for “afternoon delight”, may be substituted for lunch, but ONLY if advance notice is given. (I still need to eat lunch…)
3. McDonald’s (or any other place with a drive thru) does not qualify as lunch… and thus, no “afternoon delight” will ensue.
4. Flowers, or other gifts, can be substituted if there is no time for lunch. The value of the “afternoon delight” will be comparable to the perceived (mine) value of the gift or flowers.
When I told a guy my Thursday Rules he said “Doesn’t that just make you a prostitute?”
If I was a prostitute, you’d be paying cash.
“Right – wing women have surveyed the world: they find it a dangerous place. They see that work subjects them to more danger from more men; it increases the risk of sexual exploitation. They see that creativity and originality in their kind are ridiculed; they see women thrown out of the circle of male civilization for having ideas, plans, visions, ambitions. They see that traditional marriage means selling to one man, not hundreds: the better deal. They see that the streets are cold, and that the women on them are tired, sick, and bruised. They see that the money they can earn will not make them independent of men and that they will still have to play the sex games of their kind: at home and at work too. They see no way to make their bodies authentically their own and to survive in the world of men. They know too that the Left has nothing better to offer: leftist men also want wives and whores; leftist man value whores too much and wives too little. Right – wing women are not wrong. They fear that the Left, in stressing impersonal sex and promiscuity as values, will make them more vulnerable to male sexual aggression, and that they will be despised for not liking it. They are not wrong. Right – wing women see that within the system in which they live they cannot make their bodies their own, but they can agree to privatized male ownership: keep it one-on-one, as it were. They know that they are valued for their sex – their sex organs and their reproductive capacity – and so they try to up their value: through cooperation, manipulation, conformity; through displays of affection or attempts at friendship; through submission and obedience; and especially through the use of euphemism – “femininity,” “total woman,” “good,” “maternal instinct,” “motherly love.” Their desperation is quiet; they hide their bruises of body and heart; they dress carefully and have good manners; they suffer, they love God, they follow the rules. They see that intelligence displayed in a woman is a flaw, that intelligence realized in a woman is a crime. They see the world they live in and they are not wrong. They use sex and babies to stay valuable because they need a home, food, clothing. They use the traditional intelligence of the female – animal, not human: they do what they have to to survive.”
— from “Right-Wing Women by Andrea Dworkin
“Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child that you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great…” ~ Sarah (Labyrinth)
This morning I got an unsolicited dick VIDEO on KIK from someone I’ve never talked to before…
Smiling I am.
But, unsolicited dick picks, AND videos, are going to end up in the Unsolicited Dick Pics coffee table book that I am putting together currently. I’ll have a dvd in the back for the videos.
My prized photo is a 9 incher with a prince albert piercing. Go on guys, keep sending the dic pics…
I need the laugh today.
And just incase you missed my other dick pic posts: