my favourite new thing is mogging on other women in the gym changing rooms. I shower, get out naked, walk to the hair dryers and dry myself hair off with this body. the staring, jealous looks, are disguised as judgement when actually it’s fierce insecurity and pre-emptive possessiveness over their boyfriends, who still working out in the main area. It feels glorious to me. I laugh at the ones who stare too long and hope their pathetic little pussies get wet from being so fucking inferior















