I’m on a mission to explain myself. To tell my story, to confess to the shit that runs a mile a minute in my head. In hopes that some other chick will find it useful. You’re welcome. I’ll try my best to say what I mean and how I mean it. It’s me, M. I’m a West Coast happy go lucky babe stuck in an East Coast pessimistic body. I’m 23, but I feel 80 and 15. I’m a feminist, but I like to twerk my ass on boys. My father raised me to believe I am the man of the house. I think in my next life, I want to be a pornstar. I think in my next next life I want to be Simone de Beauvoir. In my next next next, a Buddhist monk. I get into verbal fights with older men in public. I love fur, but I’m an ethical vegan. I’m in a monogamous relationship, but I’d really like an open one. I run a girly food Instagram where 15 year old girls follow me and a Tumblr that's filled with tits and ass tailored to the male gaze. Did I say I’m a feminist? I love to bake and clean. I hate men, but I love dick. Bindis and other cultural appropriation interest me but I’m a stuck up politically correct liberal. I’ve put myself into too many contradictions in my life. Here is where I sort it out. It’s me, M your homegirl. If you identify with any of this, you’re in the right place. This is the confessions of the “softer sex.”
