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i wont stop teaching girls how to kill but its the type of shit that will have me feeling as if i was the leering demon queen all along
a good friend of mine has recently left a toxic relationship with someone who I used to consider a friend as well . person b and i used to wrestle often ; she had a pre-existing interest and had a few techniques up her sleeve already , but i taught her a decent number of moves . ive learned that she had used chokeholds on someone who was having an episode , and relished in the power she had over that person and the violence she was able to inflict on him . this is but one brushstroke in a painting of power leveraging and physical cruelty that she has been crafting over the course of years .
this would have occurred without me . it already had . yet despite it all i abhor my place in it , the way that i affirmed and supported this mode of expression for her . i despise that my enthusiasm for sharing and instilling these tools for violence could have in any way primed her better for utilizing them .
my father comes to mind , and his father before him , and likely his father as well . there is a grand whiskey-soaked tradition of martial pedagogy and self-aggrandizing beatings that i am heiress to . i am not even the end of this ! even now i must watch from afar as my father ushers my little brothers onto wrestling teams !
the smell of the rotten fruit my branch of this wretched tree has born makes my stomach turn . i feel as if i am a helpless spoke in a terrible blind wheel that has rolled along its path long before i was a part of it and will continue ever onward , leaving behind a trail of bones ground to dust as it is pulled inexorably through eternity .
there is so much beauty and allure in fighting . it is such a great joy for me to share it with other people . it has rooted so firmly within me . one of my earliest memories of learning something was how to throw a punch — i never stood a chance against this immense lifelong gravity . but i am so frustrated at my lot in it all . i dont want to proliferate harm . and i dont think i have , yet . but the potentiality remains .
i wont stop until every woman has a mean as fuck right cross
correctly guessed how many spiders my partner is first try
hip stretch marks ,,,,
my rise in followers (bolstered by the semantics post) has largely plateau'd ever since i started reblogging less and posting more . this is a good thing . those of you remaining may be assured in your underground taste every time i post incoherently about killing or martial arts or what have you . you are a select and choice few