People often ask me, “Belinda, how is that having gallons of cum all over you, helps further the cause of women?" Thing is my orgasms are not just mine. Ok? They’re for everybody. They’re for all those women who are afraid to let the world know they’re not wearing panties. And in many ways that’s no different to women in cleaning jobs who are fighting for a better wage. Because sure, they might be wearing panties but what they want are nicer, lacy, more glamorous satin panties. And the only way they’re going to get them is to get more money for their work. That means finding their collective voice against the fucking male partriachal society that keeps women in cheap panties. Cunts.
And that’s where I come in. I figure that if I’m unafraid to lean over to three guys in a bar and say, “Fuck me hard,” then other women will do the same. And guys will get the message that I know exactly what I want. Like they do when I get my tits out before they ask me to. It shows I’m in control. And while it may sound light years away from those poorly paid women cleaners, it's pretty obvious that if they see me out there, fingering myself and demanding orgasms, there is an undeniable trickle down effect. God, that’s made me so horny I need to go and finger myself.
