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who am i to call myself a woman?
Oct. 2nd, 2025 02:51 pm"gender is a kind of imitation for which there is no original." - judith butler
what kind of woman am i, and who is it that flashes through my mind when i feel the sickness of the woman i am not? a woman is a razor that slices through the scabs on my calves. a woman takes my hair and pulls it hard, i grit my teeth but i will not say it hurts. a woman stares at me with a smirk, she knows what i want. she knows that she possesses it. she knows that by nature of this fact, she possesses me as well.
a womans spine is a fragile and breakable thing. a woman knows how to enter a room, her slender fingers grip the handle of the door. it reminds her man of how she grips his cock. their bodies pulse in unison, this is primal connection. his pelvis presses into hers and this is what it is to be a woman. i imagine this woman being claimed. i am a voyeur to her body, i watch how it bends and curves around itself, calling for him. i watch and i am as wanton and lustful as a boy first discovering what is between his legs.
i am not for conquest, not a woman to seed, never a woman to love. i am an empty cup, spill into me. i trail behind you like a starving dog, eyes widening when you look at me. i forget i can be seen by you. is this body what you think of me? please do not judge it too harshly, this body is not mine. men touch it tentatively, repulsed. you cannot believe i am a woman and neither can i. we stare at this body together, wondering why i am the one here next to you now. there is a creature in you that is biologic, it screams no. o how far you have fallen. you are angry at me for loving you. i ache for you and it is disgusting. my sex drips, burning and inflamed, a sickening betrayal of my stoicism.
the darkest part of me wants to be to be seen in the way i see. i would like you to undress me in the recesses of your mind, imagine fucking me in the breaks between other women. feel shame eat at you. despise the way i make you hard. i would like to be the dark pit in your stomach. i would enjoy it.
what kind of woman am i, and who is it that flashes through my mind when i feel the sickness of the woman i am not? a woman is a razor that slices through the scabs on my calves. a woman takes my hair and pulls it hard, i grit my teeth but i will not say it hurts. a woman stares at me with a smirk, she knows what i want. she knows that she possesses it. she knows that by nature of this fact, she possesses me as well.
a womans spine is a fragile and breakable thing. a woman knows how to enter a room, her slender fingers grip the handle of the door. it reminds her man of how she grips his cock. their bodies pulse in unison, this is primal connection. his pelvis presses into hers and this is what it is to be a woman. i imagine this woman being claimed. i am a voyeur to her body, i watch how it bends and curves around itself, calling for him. i watch and i am as wanton and lustful as a boy first discovering what is between his legs.
i am not for conquest, not a woman to seed, never a woman to love. i am an empty cup, spill into me. i trail behind you like a starving dog, eyes widening when you look at me. i forget i can be seen by you. is this body what you think of me? please do not judge it too harshly, this body is not mine. men touch it tentatively, repulsed. you cannot believe i am a woman and neither can i. we stare at this body together, wondering why i am the one here next to you now. there is a creature in you that is biologic, it screams no. o how far you have fallen. you are angry at me for loving you. i ache for you and it is disgusting. my sex drips, burning and inflamed, a sickening betrayal of my stoicism.
the darkest part of me wants to be to be seen in the way i see. i would like you to undress me in the recesses of your mind, imagine fucking me in the breaks between other women. feel shame eat at you. despise the way i make you hard. i would like to be the dark pit in your stomach. i would enjoy it.
