I'm so fucking horny for art hoes. I want to fuck a coked-out tumblr hipster DIY aesthetic astrology thot in her lip gloss DSL mouth. I want to cum all over a girl with thick frame glasses and edge dyed bobcat bangs. Everytime I hear a THICK, waist-high-jean-clad braindead choker-wearing slutty wiccan minx say "yikes", "y'all", "big mood", "cancelled" or "this is a bop", I get an uncontrollable urge to run up to her and fondle her d cups and sweaty fat thighs. I want to pour my white olive oil onto her contoured cheeks and neotenous faces and rhinoplatisized nose. I want to finger an art hoe through her jean overalls while pretending to be interested as she talks about van gogh and arctic monkeys and how david foster wallace fans suck and gilles deleuze and VICE news and 'union pool' in williamsburg and steven universe and homeopathy and saveur magazine and taking adderall to pass exams. IM SO. Fucking. Horny.
Yeah I hate that feeling of always being the downer, the nag. In real life and online. The only thing I can think to do is try to comment, if less harshly than I'd like to, so that the next person can feel like they're not alone in feeling uncomfortable and go "all in". At the end of the day, judging by the upvotes/downvotes, other people are """sensitive""" too so...
I try to interrupt this and go in anyway whenever I have the energy cause otherwise no one ever says anything. but god is it tiring.
I can relate! Like, what am I supposed to do, tell someone that makes a 'joke' about fucking another girl in the ass "Hey man can we please not talk about sex or relationships ever again because I am heavily traumatized and am content not having sex ever?" Like my fucking God.