So…I was breaking out the thc, settling down for an evening in front of Jujutsu Kaisen, and peeling an orange, when a man called Frank decided to find one of my feminist posts and use it as an opening to try and talk about sex with me. He wanted to discuss the ‘tragedy of female sexual dysfunction’, dismissed me as ‘ranting’, and defended prostitution because…well Frankie clearly likes himself some prostitution. He smeared my blog with talk of ‘erect clitoruses’ and how lesbians are dissatisfied in bed, and this tragedy of female sexual dysfunction is ‘passed through generations of women.’ Presumably, generations who could have been cured by fucking Frank. The almighty dick coming to save the day.
I have no idea why these men think it is acceptable to force sexual discussions onto my blog, when I am clearly a survivor of sexual violence. I presume to get their tiny little rocks off.
Just so anyone visiting knows, not interested in your talk, and that doesn’t make me sexually dysfunctional, it makes me a woman with healthy boundaries, and even if I am, I’ve no desire to talk about sex with a stranger called Frank, who comes to my house and waves his penis around.
Fucking hell. Literally.