Is it okay to feel like a guy sometimes when you are a girl? I'm conflicted. Don't get me wrong I'm all for women empowerment but when its constantly in my face in all the media and from my friends and family it seems like my girly side says goodbye and it feels kinda wrong for me like I'm not supposed to be this way. And when I'm being intimate with a man it helps me feel like a girl on the inside again and I feel so much better. Is something wrong with me?
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The unspoken truth about sluts and creepshots, by a woman
Listen up, you dumb bitches, you stupid cunts. You think you're all innocent, dressing in those skin-tight leggings and skirts so short you might as well be showing your fucking snatch? Wake the fuck up. When you get dressed, you know exactly how much of your ass or tits are going to be on display. You're not fucking stupid; you know what you're doing when you bend over in public like a bunch of cock-teasing whores.Creepshotters are just capturing what you're already putting out there for free. If you don't want your slutty ass plastered all over the internet, cover up, you dumb whores. It's that simple. You wear those leggings where every fucking curve is screaming 'look at me,' or that skirt where one bend shows off your thong - you're practically begging for the camera, you dumb bitches.Now, let's talk about this empowerment bullshit. You claim you're empowered when you dress like you're looking for a fuck, then cry when someone takes notice? What a load of crap. Creepshots are just a compliment, a way of saying you've got a body worth looking at. You want attention? Here's your fucking attention. But then comes the whining about privacy and consent, acting like fucking hypocrites. You know exactly what you're showing off, and if you didn't want to be noticed, you wouldn't dress like you're in heat.Creepshotters are merely taking what you're offering on a silver platter. Stop pretending you don't know how much you're flaunting. You dumb bitches are so fucking clueless. If you can't handle the attention, don't dress like a slut. This isn't about misogyny; it's about you being too fucking stupid to understand the reality. We control our image, and if we choose to look like we're begging for it, we should own that shit.So, creepshotters are just documenting your exhibitionism for everyone to enjoy. If you're out there showing off your pussy or ass, you're inviting the world to take a look. Don't act shocked when someone does. Women have always used their bodies to get what they want; this is just the modern, trashy version.In public, you're fair game. Dressing like that in public is consent to be part of the show. You think you're empowered by showing off? No, you're just empowering creeps to take your picture. If you like being objectified, at least admit it. Men can walk around shirtless and it's fine, but you dumb bitches cry when your ass gets photographed. Equal fucking rights, right?Creepshotting is just freedom of expression. We're appreciating your slutty display. Society's getting more open about sex; creepshots are just part of that. You're part of this shift, so quit your bitching.You stupid, dumb women need to get this through your thick skulls: if you dress like whores, expect to be treated like whores. Creepshotters are just giving you what you've been asking for, so shut the fuck up about it. If you don't like it, change how you dress, you dumb cunts. Stop playing the victim when you're the ones putting on the show.
As Samantha stepped out of the shower, the steamy bathroom was still heavy with the lingering aroma of her Latina sweat. With a satisfied sigh, she wrapped herself in a towel, feeling refreshed and invigorated after her long day.Glancing over at the pile of dirty thongs in the corner, Samantha couldn't help but smile and twist her nose while sniffing the Mexican teen pussy scent. Each pair carried the unmistakable scent of her crouch, a potent mixture of sweat and musk that was uniquely hers. It was a scent that had the power to captivate and enthrall, drawing others in with its intoxicating allure.But for Samantha, the scent was more than just a fragrance—it was a part of who she was, a reflection of her identity and heritage as a proud Latina woman. And as she slipped into a fresh pair of thongs, she felt a surge of confidence and empowerment wash over her.With a flick of her hair and a sway of her hips, Samantha made her way out of the bathroom, ready to conquer whatever the world had in store for her. For her, the scent of her Latina pussy sweat was not just a fragrance—it was a badge of honor, a reminder of her strength and resilience in the face of adversity.And as she went about her day, she carried herself with the grace and confidence of a woman who knew her worth, her ass scent trailing behind her like a whore ready to fuck anyone on the street.
I confess that I hold contradictory beliefs about both female empowerment and gender equality yet also hold degradation, objectification, and humiliation sex fantasies. It’s weird being that torn. But I love the degradation I get, it feels so right
That song that Beyonce performed on one of Oprah's last shows... WTF WAS THAT RACKET??! Yes, she looked glamorous and yes I know she *can* sing, but God, this song was truly the biggest load of shite I have EVER heard. What's more, if you can get past the noise, lyrically it seems to have a message, namely the empowerment of women. In which case, why did the choreography feature dozens of sluttishly dressed sex-objects strutting their stuff around the auditorium? What a fucking farce. Poor Oprah of course had to pretend she loved it... maybe she even did, but I'm telling you, if that's what passes for musical entertainment these days, they can shove it right up Beyonce's ample booty!!