Feminism laid bare

People think it’s easy being a sex blogger. They think that it’s just about the sex. But that’s just typical of this patriarchy we live in. That’s why I just say, fuck them. Then I do. It’s much easier than writing thoughtful essays on the way forward for women (don’t waste your time girls).

Take it from me, sex is the biggest political statement you can make as a woman. That’s what radical post-feminism is all about: thinking about cock, begging for cock, bending down having cock pushed into you, lying back sucking cock and looking at cock.

Someone said to me the other day,“Woman, you are a kind of like a huge shining dildo for the sisterhood.” I guess I am. If that is what it takes to get respect then bring it on. The thing is that is why guys are drawn to me. It’s not just because I walk around with my bazookas hanging out. No, they respect my position as a woman. Especially when sucking cock. They know that I am using my brain when I do it. And they fucking respect it. By the way, notice how I have been learning to use short sentences. Like this.

Anyway the other day I was at the gym. Every guy fancied me. I could just tell. And I didn’t even have my PVC sports bra on. I did a quick calculation and figured if there were sixty guys, there must be sixty cocks. But they all stopped what they were doing and I could tell by their puffing and panting they wanted me. Sorry guys, but this woman’s already got a hot and sweaty date tonight. (Get it? Clever huh?)

I can’t go anywhere without men leaving their wives for me. Women beg me to stay at home and get my groceries delivered.

"Please don’t lure our men with all your talk of cock," they say. We cannot possibly be as seductive and sophisticated as you."

Even if I did take their men home I would make them wait. That is what radical post-feminism is all about. They would probably have to wait until I’d frigged myself at least ten times. God, I am one horny bitch.You know, nobody had thought of sex before I wrote about it. I introduced the world to threesomes. And fisting. I like to fist myself. For me it’s one of the ultimate symbols of my power as a woman. That proud fist cocooned inside that moist soft place: Hand in feminist glove. If I could use my fist as a tampon I would.

Some people say to me,

“Girl,” (for that is what I am)

“Girl,” they say, “it’s all about you”

And I say, “No it’s about you. It’s about you adoring me. That’s why I can do the things I do.”

When I write things like “today I sucked cock,” the subtext is much deeper. I’m actually drawing on metaphysical assumptions of feminism as a body of thought, and French post-structuralist theory. Anyway it doesn't matter because they just lap up whatever I say.By the way, if anyone calls me a dirty slut whore I immediately list my radical post feminist credentials and put on my brainy face. That's if it's a woman. If it's a man I just lie back and beg for cock. See? It’s always on my radical post-feminist terms. That’s the difference between me and girls who just put out. People say I fancy myself but if you were me you would too. Only you’re not.

Anyway I’ve got to go now and write about cock. And bull.