I wake up to the sound of my alarm (the entire Pussy Whipped album by Bikini Kill), my jaw and tongue are sore from eating my girlfriend out for 6 consecutive hours the night before. Without turning off my alarm I hop out of bed to read the entirety of The SCUM Manifesto by Valerie Solanas, my favorite. When I'm finished reading I say a short prayer in front of my altar devoted to Andrea Dworkin before measuring my armpit hair again. I'm disappointed to find that it has only grown a centimeter since I last measured it (yesterday), I make a mental note to double up on my vegetables and protein today so that my body hair can grow longer. After eating my breakfast (5 eggs, a protein shake, and an entire bag of carrots) I lift weights for two hours. It is now time for me to go to my gender studies class, during which I challenge my professor's liberal feminist and post-modern views. After I am thrown out I go yell at the men in the quad for an hour before graffitiing vulvas around town with my fellow radical feminist friends. When we're done we go to the parking lot of a strip club and rob men as they leave. I then come home and make dinner for my girlfriend before eating her out again.


















