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Double Standard. Such bullshit.

If I told you that I haven't slept with anyone in a few months,

not only would you think I'm lying to you,

But you'd still call me a whore because of my pictures.

You'd just call me a lying whore.

So if I fuck ten thousand penises, I'm a whore.

If I'm celibate, I'm still a whore. 

(Yeah you want girls to be "pure" when you purchase them, blessed ceremony... but you always end up fucking the office slut somehow. Oh no of course, you can't help it. But if she looks twice at the mailman, you'll be sure to choke the spunk right out of her. men are supposed to spread their seed. I get it I get it Jerk-Off.)

Either way, I'm considered "loose" 

because of altogether unfair conventions.

I know now, while you fuck bitches,

It's alright, it's condoned by the patriarchy

It's SWELL! Good for you guy, good for you.

But me, I can kiss a guy and my moral

character is scrutinized within an inch of its life. 


I don't have a moral character anymore


I threw that out with the bath water. Good riddance. 


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