there is something practically sacred to me
about the female orgasm.
i think it’s inspired
by this concept i have
where every time you make a girl come
it’s like you’re putting a nickel in a box marked
“sexism/misogyny/rape/abuse/sexual oppression/societal inequality/physical objectification/miscellaneous-awful-shit-done-to-women-throughout-human-history restitution fund”.
of course the ultimate debt to be repaid
is hundreds of septillions of dollars
i feel good
about giving what little i can
as often as possible. <3
depending on who you ask
this idea either makes me really romantic
or really creepy.
most of the concepts i dream up
with regard to love and sex
tend to split people along those lines.
to the romantics:
thank god for that
maybe somebody gets what i’m trying to say
keep doing you.
to the creeps:
i hope you get a great sense of accomplishment
out of judging other people
for thinking harder and more often
about the world than you do.
sorry i’m not sorry.
Pablo Picasso, Two Figures and a Cat, 1902.
‘cos we classy.
To see the scene from the photos above, join the Crashpad Series site at this link!
Help a grrrl out!
XO Nikki Hearts
i knew it was only a matter of time before crashpadseries showed up here
but may i just say (as always)