For All The Girls Who Feel Invisible
Fuck any man who sees only the contour of your person. Fuck any man who—in passing—makes you feel like you barely exist. You exist. You’re solid, you’re whole, and I see you.
Fuck any man who sees only the contour of your person. Fuck any man who—in passing—makes you feel like you barely exist. You exist. You’re solid, you’re whole, and I see you.
“Middle fingers up, put them hands high / Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye”
“Your orgasm is just as important as important as his.”
The personal anecdote MONSTER. Like no, Daniel, I do NOT care about a weird conversation you had with your grandpa about your dad and neither does literally a single soul here.
Single you is the realest you. It’s you untangled by someone’s else’s vision of you.
“Someone who’s in touch with his feminine side. And doesn’t act like he’s never seen period blood.”
Late at night and in the morning, when I wish your body was close to mine.