I’m a bitch, I’m a lover

As long as boys will be boys, I’ll be a bitch.

Guess who is in Cosmo.

10.02.14

On Getting Into Arguments With Men

It must be nice to
throw around words like flowers
like they’re made of fluff

and fresh growing things,
so natural, existing
and welcome, always.

How nice to know in
your bones, you’re right, not ANGRY
or UNREASONABLE —

But right, and real, too:
the way stones are right and trees
are real. How lovely

to be so filled
with quiet steady sureness
to live on such a sunny,
sweet plateau.

misandrist spells

It’s been a monstrously shitty couple of weeks with regard to misogynistic fuckery, both for me personally and those near and dear to me, and in the world at large. It honestly feels like it is never-fucking-ending, and I’m tired and aggravated and tired of being aggravated. So I took some time and wrote up a few spells for you all. Enjoy, employ. Yours in misandry, and #banmen.

I. In response to catcalling
Prick the pad of the middle finger of your left hand and squeeze a drop of blood onto the pavement.
Spit on it.
Step on a crack with the heel of your left shoe, and with the head of the pin, mark an x.

He will suffer the fate of Regina George at the next intersection, without the partial prom queenship or eventual cathartic lacrosse career.

a. on a bicycle
Continue riding. The first time you ride one handed, your Amazon-like power will be released as a homing missile.

If he is catcalling another of your coven in that moment, he will spontaneously combust. This spell has a dual nature: You will have supported a fellow witch, and he will be charbroiled.

If he is not catcalling another, he will still spontaneously combust, and so will every catcaller in a five block radius.

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