Contact Admin. Sem conversar, assumem que sim. Desenham-me puta no papel e eu assim me apelido. Sinto, respiro e vivo. De que mal me acusas! They still want me, a problematic desire, marked by your pushiness and sexism. I ask myself how long has it been since the last time you were tested. You, who are the most vulnerable group at risk. But I am mannequin where you project what you think of me. Without talking, you just assume.
You assume that my life is a race where everyone gets to press the start button. You portray me like a whore and that is what I call myself.
And year after year I feel like I always have to justify myself, to gag my desire. You, who want to eat me out and think that, because I am how I am, because I talk so much and so naturally about sex, that you can use me. I am mannequin in your hands, in your minds, in your heart.
But people are not meant to be used. People are meant to love and be loved, to discover and experience. I play with it, sometimes. I feel, breathe and live. I feel a lot, actually, when someone gives me the chance. What are you accusing me of? Introspection is too scary. View all posts by guerillaresistance. You are commenting using your WordPress. You are commenting using your Google account.
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