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— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947

Strong Man. Dark man. Dumb man. My man. Like dry skin flakes, like wet saliva and mucus satiates hunger, like the nape of your neck has the rawest curls of hair. Like eyes that flash maliciously, like lips that curl with intrigue, like eyebrows raised in disgust. Like my beating heart pounds at my temples, like my aching shoulders grab my neck, like my fingers pulse with lust. Like this electric meat machine.

No present, no past, no future. Desperate rabid ravenous numb twisted visceral desire to transcend my body. To become something more perfect; a transformer, omnipresent all-knowing, crucified and gracefully-bearing creature of Mother Nature. Beyond darkness, deeper than human consciousness, stronger than love and more dangerous than survival.

I am...

I am strong like a Soviet woman

Smart like an Asian woman

Untouchable like an Arab woman

Kind as an African woman

Classy like a European woman

and Independent like an American woman

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Introverts want to be opressed so bad but there is actual extrovert oppression going on in the west. The war on drugs. High af taxes on alcohol and cigarettes. Noise regulations. Regulations on how long bars and clubs can stay open. Regulations on how late music festivals can last??? (remember when they unplugged Lana Del Reys mic at midnight bcs the festival was "over"... At midnight???). People partying always being portrayed as drunken retards while introverts always being portrayed as "smart bookworms" when we all know they read exactly 7 children's books and we know exactly which ones those were.....give me a break