Musing

What is the definition of “dominant”? Well, I don’t really give a fuck. The salient question is, “What does my dominance look like?”

Monogamy is ascendant as a sacred cow, and the fact of rampant infidelity is taken as evidence not of a problem with how we think about fidelity, but of widespread depravity.

What I mean by “respect” is not a universally agreed-upon set of norms. Here’s what I mean.

A brief but firm public service announcement.

One is obedience. The other is surrender.

I don’t care about your pubic hair. I just want to taste your cunt.

I want to learn your edges, your limits, your boundaries. And then dangle you over them.

Tinder is teaching me that not everyone treats interactions — virtual or otherwise — as real. I do, and it stings when that’s not reciprocated.

Too much eagerness to please me is, paradoxically, a turnoff. I have some theories about why.

A taxonomy of the women I don’t enjoy interacting with on Tinder, which is to say, nearly all of them.