Just stop. Please. Fucking stop telling me the things you want to do to me, how “hot,” or “sexy” or whatever you think I am. Don’t call me babe; I’m not your babe. Don’t assume I want to see your dick. I most definitely do not. I don’t want to hear that you jacked off to my pictures, or thoughts of me, or any of that bullshit. I’m a human being, not a piece of meat, and certainly not an object that you’re entitled to any part of.
First, a story.
So, my first semester of my freshman year of college, I took this Intro to Women’s Studies class. The class met for five hours a week, one two hour session and one three hour session, and the breakdown of students was what I eventually discovered to be the typical…
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