She gave me a look I can’t describe. (My writing isn’t good enough.)
It feels like women have become men.
“C’moon, we’ve come this far already. Let’s go.”
“Technically you can call me
“Right. As if you don’t compare your ass and tits with other women’s.”
“I don’t see the point of tipping when the service sucks. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“How on earth am I going to be able to pull your hair when I’m fucking you doggy style? Stop taking pleasures away from me. Christmas is supposed to be about giving.”
Are we not all just mice trotting along the path of faith? Are we not all prisoners of our symbols that we consider universal?Nobody sees the same.
Deep down they hate you. Maybe not so much for the beauty you create, but all the more for the inevitable, ugly darkness that slaps them in the face.