Good-bye, Charles

Good-bye, Charles!

I warned you.  I told you.  I told you, motherfucker.  I gave you all the bad signs.

I told you.

This is my body!  You don’t own me!  You don’t control me!  You don’t manage me!  You don’t handle me!

It is MY body!

I choose!

You don’t get to tell me what to do with my body!  You don’t get to tell me what to wear!  What to eat!  How to dress!  What to watch!  Who to fuck!  Or how to have sex!  If I want a man to eat me out, he will!!!  And, it will not be his fucking fingers I want!

He will not tie me up, I don’t find that sexy!  He will not hand-cuff me, I don’t find that sexy.  He will not beat me.  He will not hurt me.  He will not stick his fingers or his tongue in me every time I sit down!

It will never be anything other than a straight man!!!!!!

I have been telling you for years, but you don’t know how to listen properly.

I would tell you to grow a beard and become a real man, but that would be a waste of time.

So, good-bye!