Breastie is brilliant and mean. That was related to nothing we’d been talking about. She just
Breastie is brilliant and mean. That was related to nothing we’d been talking about. She just came up with it out of nowhere. She could fuck a cunt up for sure. I told Breastie that I “guess” I would. That’s not true. To quote MLAM, “there’s only one answer [I] could possibly give.” Of course I would vote republican if he told me to. The knowledge that I would vote however MLAM told me to vote hit me pretty hard. It makes me feel weak. I feel his ownership intensely. I’m a complete failure as a feminist, and as a person. I have no real core values besides pleasing him. And all that makes me feel incredibly aroused, and, in turn, ashamed. I’ve clearly accepted his claim on me completely, if I would do that. Voting for a party that I intensely dislike would be entirely different from the name calling, the piss drinking, the asking men for permission to cum, the getting used without regard for my preferences, all of that. I can pretend those things are just me expressing my sexuality as an empowered feminist woman, and anyone who disagrees is just a kinkshaming second-waver who just doesn’t understand. This, though? It’s not only obviously anti-feminist, it’s anti-woman, anti-gay, anti-POC, anti-environment, anti-all the people and issues I claim to care about. It’s something I couldn’t undo or reframe and it does have an effect, however small, on the real world.. And I would do it. Just because a man I’ve known for all of three months told me to, and I’m desperate to please him. Knowing I’m really and truly a toy for him to take pleasure in, however he wants, makes my fuckhole clench and my head spin. I masturbated at work for a little while, thinking about all the terrible things he could say and do to me with the fact that I voted republican. -- source link
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