“that’s gross, im sorry but it is. it’s gross.”
a man at comicon was dressed to the nines in his best bdsm getup, complete with a remote to shock his tiny nipples and nether regions. complete with chained up wrists behind his back. complete with a leash to be lead around with. all of this creating a happy little friend between his thighs, hidden behind all of his leather and chains, standing at the most respectful attention.
what i wanted to say to that was, don’t be rude. what i wanted to say to that was, different strokes for different folks. but really, what i wanted to say to that, with all of the energy in my body and air in my lungs is,
that’s not fair. i think children are gross and you pushed two out of your sad vagina. you house four of them and an adult man that behaves like one. you’re gross. children are gross. your stretched beef curtains, that’s gross.
but i didn’t. im too kind hearted, i care a bit too much about others feelings. honestly, what i should have said is,
remember when you would send overly sexy pictures to married men? your socks pulled up high and your small paunch of a belly sucked in tight. remember when you would meet them in hotels to hang out and return upset when they wouldnt leave their wives? remember how you would accept gifts from men old enough to be your father as they requested your return to use their sex table with their other young friend? do you remember?
well, she does probably, but she’s burying it when she could embrace it. when she should embrace it. everyone has their kink. shame someone today, be shamed yourself tomorrow. ignorance breeds in some of the sweetest people and gives birth to words that should have been aborted just as quickly as they were formed behind lips. ill never understand.
“how would you feel if some old man was standing next to you with a boner.”
if he wasn’t using it i suppose i wouldnt care. that’s what i said. but again what i wanted to say was,
your sex life makes me more uncomfortable. the desire to be miserable because if you aren’t you don’t believe you’re doing things right. misery obviously equals hard work.
im too tired to fight today.