It's pretty incoherent whenever feminists try to terraform all tracts of culture into yaoi slashfic but then fumble & grasp at a self-defense more sophisticated than 4th-grade "You're Gay" the minute anyone calls them on the carpet over these feminine tendencies-- lotta cog dissonance goin' on there. Each of the alternately frilly/Lady Macbeth "waves" of feminism was encapsulated by Cassius Marcellus Coolidge's "Sitting up with a Sick Friend" (1905, oil on canvas).
It's pretty incoherent whenever feminists try to terraform all tracts of culture into yaoi slashfic but then fumble & grasp at a self-defense more sophisticated than 4th-grade "You're Gay" the minute anyone calls them on the carpet over these feminine tendencies-- lotta cog dissonance goin' on there. Each of the alternately frilly/Lady Macbeth "waves" of feminism was encapsulated by Cassius Marcellus Coolidge's "Sitting up with a Sick Friend" (1905, oil on canvas).
I always said shit like "I'd rather take a dick than have to fuck an ugly skank like you" to bitches like that.
Some real gems in this, well done, thank you.
Thank you, I enjoyed writing it