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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Kaledo Art
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@kayseraseraa
I'm too lazy to make an introduction post
“you’re so quiet” thanks! i actually tried to speak twice but you kept talking over me
women: h-
men: she's clearly flirting with me, she's teasing me, she's inviting me
women: no-
men: you complete bitch i hate women i hope you die
society: i feel like she deserved this
When the devil couldn't reach me so he gave a Passion for writing in the era of chatgpt.
the reality of sex ‘work’ is that millions of women and girls are being sexually abused, raped, beaten, killed, trafficked, kidnapped by men globally. the depiction/face of sex work being mega-rich women on OF is an intentional lie to draw criticism of sex work to these ‘privileged’ women instead of the men buying and raping girls. stop talking about sex work like it’s anything but one of the most violent and powerful forms of female oppression
why are teen girls hated far more than teen boys, when teen girls for the most part are just kids who love making jewelry, plushies, dressing up and are genuinely sweet. meanwhile teen boys are rapist, pedophilic, porn watching animal killing monsters from fucking hell.
I’m watching a detective show from the 70s and the detectives just discovered that one of their suspects watches pornography films at least once a week and they’re immediately like “well clearly this man is a dangerous sex-crazed maniac who hates women…” Like. That was the normal opinion to have back then! Yet that’s treated like a totally radical opinion to have today. Pleaseeeee let’s go back to when it was common knowledge that porn addicts are dangerous.
it’s also funny as fuckkk to me how males only seem to acknowledge misogyny and femicide when the perpetrator is a different race. suddenly they understand misogyny perfectly when they can pin it on “immigrants” or males of a certain race, acting like those are the only guys killing and raping women.
misogyny only exists to them when it’s a convenient tool for their racism but the absolute second the perpetrator is a male from their own race, it instantly flips to “not all men”. suddenly misogyny is something women just ‘whine about’
it’s incredibly convenient how fast it stops being a male violence issue the exact moment the perpetrator looks like them lolol fkn lousy losers
you know the gazing at someone while they talk about their favorite thing kinda love? going on picnics and laying your head on your partner's lap while they read that kinda love? the goofy walking on sidewalks at night kinda love? making homemade pizza kinda love? knowing what they're going to say kinda love? buying them jhumke kinda love? knowing the precise color of their eyes kinda love? writing their name in your mehandi kinda love? having them melt at your touch kinda love? having a gol gappe eating contest kinda love? sharing your food with them kinda love? going to bookstores, museums, art galleries for dates and the only thing they look at is you because your story is the only one they wanna read, you're their most precious person and you are the most beautiful human God created for them kinda love? buying small but meaningful gifts kinda love? writing poetry for each other kinda love? having them look for you in a crowded room kinda love? binge watching your favorite movies and shows kinda love? having your family accept them because they keep you happy kinda love? stargazing at night kinda love? knowing your coffee order by heart kinda love? holding you while you cry, afraid you'll disappear if they let go kinda love? putting kajal behind their ear so they don't attract buri nazar kinda love? supporting the same team in a sports tournament and cheering together kinda love? sitting in the verandah on a rainy day with chai and pakode kinda love? dancing in the rain kinda love? singing together, no matter how bad you think you sound kinda love? tucking your hair behind your ear kinda love? putting a flower in your kinda love? fixing your saree pleats or adjusting their tie kinda love? cooking together kinda love? knowing precisely if you want meetha paani or teekha paani with your golgappe or both kinda love? having your picture in their wallet kinda love? being proud of you kinda love? the possessive, all consuming, breathtaking, soul-catching, once in a lifetime kinda love? the being so full happiness and love kinda love?
that is the love you all deserve, so don't you dare settle for less
The itch is real.
I wish I could be the level of mysterious where nobody knows anything about me
yet still wants to know me all the more
I love when Indian movies used to describe women soo freaking beautifully
Messy indian girl core.
"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past
It’s strange to think that long before I had a name or a heartbeat, I existed in some shadowed, elemental way. Women are born with all the eggs they'll ever have, and these begin forming while they're still in the womb. So when my mother was just a fetus, the egg that would become me was already inside her. That means my grandmother carried not just my mother, but the beginning of me as well. For a fleeting moment, the three of use shared one body, and went through life together, layered like nesting dolls.