How does the saying go? When I die, I'd like to see so so and so lower me into the grave so they can let me down one more time? A disappointing lot; foolish boys and wicked men. There was Sire; he came to me bearing the gift of friendship. And what good friendship it was. The ease of belonging, laughing at inside jokes that your fellow women are not privy to, the thought that you're liked well enough by men whose primary goal is typically to fuck-on-sight to be considered a friend and not an object. But, unfortunately, in the end, usually, you're just that. A thing. They ignore boundaries and blur lines and want to fuck you and own you while treating you with disdain and disrespect. They expect you to take it, and sometimes you do.
Albatross around your neck
Albatross around your neck
Albatross around your neck
How does the saying go? When I die, I'd like to see so so and so lower me into the grave so they can let me down one more time? A disappointing lot; foolish boys and wicked men. There was Sire; he came to me bearing the gift of friendship. And what good friendship it was. The ease of belonging, laughing at inside jokes that your fellow women are not privy to, the thought that you're liked well enough by men whose primary goal is typically to fuck-on-sight to be considered a friend and not an object. But, unfortunately, in the end, usually, you're just that. A thing. They ignore boundaries and blur lines and want to fuck you and own you while treating you with disdain and disrespect. They expect you to take it, and sometimes you do.