Why is it? Why are we all so tongue-tied and spellbound? Why do we perhaps live three streets off and yet never meet? Where is the intimacy? Where is the warmth? I think human beings are fundamentally crashed by a sense of their insignificance. I am perpetually overwhelmed by realizations of this kind. And nothing matters - nothing I say, feel, or think, truly makes a difference.
a guide to terminology as used by western males of the species
prude - a woman who won’t fuck you
dyke - a woman who won’t fuck you because you have a penis
slut - a woman who fucks other people and not you
tease - a woman who won’t fuck you even though she smiled at you
feminist - a woman who won’t fuck you because she has, like, thoughts and stuff