Why am I Heartless?
...because I love the feel of swinging an axe with my own hands
and feeling as if I could kick the world's ass
...because of the pure oppressive stupidity of high school
goons (male and female) who assumed that because I spoke my
mind, hugged my friends, didn't shy away from the ball in gym
class, didn't let stupid sexist comments go undestroyed,
and wouldn't respond to advances from sexist pigs, I must be a lesbian. News flash!
My lack of interest does not mean I don't like men.
It just means you're an asshole.
...because girls who are squeamish about penises and
bodies in general need to check their culture and their own
mental dustbins to see
what's REALLY bothering them. Enjoying sex and my sexuality
does not make me a threat to your little complex. Get over it.
...because I have to laugh (or else scream) at people who
break up over the slightest thing, "Oh, it was some argument
over the stupidest thing," they'll say. "I can't even
remember what it was." A week later they're back together
because, "We couldn't stand being apart." Uh huh.
Forgive my skepticism when you say, "This time it'll be
different."
...because discussions of womb envy get lost so
frequently in general discussion. Hello...women are not
the only unstable ones.
...because I've always longed to say to some guy,
"No, you can't get in my pants, I've already got one
asshole in there." Too bad no-one's
ever used that line on me.
...because being a whole person is so much fun!
So is scaring insecure guys. So is finding REAL LIVE
people to talk to.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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