Kimberly
Every day I am reminded anew that the whole of humanity is fucked up. It begins when I walk out my front door. My eyes are immediately assaulted by the idiot Christian across the street who hangs anti-queer sings on her fence. I like to fuck women, my 16-year-old daughter likes to make out with girls, almost every one of my friends is a queer. Maybe if this Bitch had tried it, she wouldn't be so psychotic that she has to live off of the $637.00 in "crazy money" she gets from the government each month. In the end, I just want to get my .38 and pay her a visit.
I go to work and listen to an idiot frat boy talk about a fraternity losing its charter because "some girl cried rape." It never occurred to this fuckwit that maybe she actually was raped. I'm his immediate superior, but I don't have the authority to formally discipline him. I just make sure that every time he's late, it gets brought to the attention of my supervisor.
When work's done, I sit down to watch TV. One idiot woman after another appears, shaking her ass to get male attention. After all, that will make her worthwhile, won't it? In between shows, I'm told to take the pill so my skin will be clear and my "curse" will be eased. Heart attacks and strokes, you say? Who cares, as long as my skin is milky white and I only get four periods a year.
I long ago decided that I'd rather be alone than spend my time with people whose offended me on every moral level. So, I can count my friends on one hand, and one of those is my husband. Most of my close friends are queer men. My husband is very much like them, but has a few added pluses:
- He makes me come;
- He knows how to keep his dick in his pants;
- He can change a shitty diaper, and;
- He is an amazing father.
Those are the skills every man must have if he is to be of any use to me. Of course, I wouldn't want him if he didn't make similar demands of me.
I'd like to have more female friends, but I find so many women infuriating. When I was growing up, it was the Phyllis Schlaflies of the world who enraged me. Now, it's the chick who wants to be "one of the guys." You must have met her once or twice. She's the one who goes to the titty bar and buys her male companions a table dance. She might even buy one for herself, just so the men can watch two women pantomiming a fuck. She's not like that whore who's baring her tits for five dollars. She can use women just as well as any man, by god!
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