"be weak and do what men tell you to so they can give you that GOOD DICK" the movie
How to get that DANG GOOD DICKIN’:
- Be physically unable to care for yourself. Stop brushing your hair. Dress like your 87 year-old blind grandmother gave you her hand-me-downs because “you’re too absent-minded and starry-eyed to think about such frivolous, shallow things.”
- Make sure you are utterly incapable to function in the modern world. You may be a 21 year-old recent college graduate, but you should have no concept of how to work a cell phone or a laptop. Better yet—just be raised Amish or some off-shoot thereof. Treat every day like it’s your rumspringa.
- Have no interests, hobbies, or talents. At all. The best kind of woman is a blank slate: bland, boring, utterly malleable. You want to make sure that you’re able to be molded into your man’s perfect fantasy so don’t do anything that would hinder that such as have hobbies or likes and dislikes or general interests or talents.
- Did you make sure to reach your self-loathing quota today? No, I’m not talking about a little bit of humorous self-deprecation here or there. Besides, humor is seen as a personality trait and THAT’S A BIG TURN-OFF. I’m talking about straight-up, bottom-of-the-barrel, harmful, possibly-rooted-in-childhood-abuse, based-in-societal-standards SELF-HATRED. Remeber: you’re a total piece of shit until an entitled— preferably rich— white dude tells you otherwise. And even then, he reserves the right to still treat and regard you as a total piece of shit because— well, let’s face it— your entire being is shaped by his whims.
Act One Finale: Ha, people in pies... That's kinda funny.
Act Two Finale: HOLY SONDHEIM, WHAT IN THE FUCKING SHIT
Persephone: it pisses me off that people ignore the hymn to my mom that talks about how great we are together and instead believe this is against my will
Persephone: I mean I have you tied to the bed how would I not be into this
Hades: please can we not talk about your mom during sex it's really uncomfortable
attack he’s everywhere
no meds//no option
no sleep. ever.
i want our ribs to bruise our ribs
our collarbone scrape on teeth
your thighs to gap with blade hipbones
& coital sigh we lie above our flesh
and sleep below our skeleton
when next we meet