How DARE This Fellow Grindr User Ask Me “How Are You?”
Can I please just host this disco sex party in peace, without the dread of a Grindr message like, "Is there a face to go with your torso?"
Can I please just host this disco sex party in peace, without the dread of a Grindr message like, "Is there a face to go with your torso?"
I thought I was good at dressing my body like a burlap sack of potatoes, but I have been outdone! Women are all just floating heads with robot arms.
I care about women's rights and want to make sure women aren't perceived as basic, so I need to call out basic dumb bitch behavior when I see it. Otherwise, men will do it for me.
This is the insignificant story of a very insignificant whore that I once allowed to suck me off. The following are actual late night texts between us.
When it boils down to it, and all the cultural and societal bullshit of this Kim Kardashian era is wiped away, what we are left with is this: all girls are sluts.
I like everything about sluts: their slutty clothes, their slutty conversation, their slutty company...the whole slutty package. I am strongly pro-slut.
Sluts use a certain type of language to let the typical depraved male know exactly when they are down to fuck. Here is an incomplete list of some of those slut lines.
'Clinger' is a term for a girl who simply refuses to give a man any free time to himself. Here are the 5 stages, each progressively more aggressive.
You know those girls who walk out of a building and every penis within a 10-mile radius starts either begging its owner to turn around, or tucking itself and quivering in shame? You might not know it, but that, ladies and gents, is your slut factor.
In college, inner beauty clearly has as much use as a book on how to read, at least as far as getting laid goes. Enter the slut theory.