Now, don’t get me wrong. I loved men. I had a vagina, and when I needed some pleasure, I wanted things inside my vagina. What I wanted inside my vagina was a penis. And damn, the penises were great. Hideous, but great. However, once those pants were pulled up, belts buckled up and their mouths opened in preparation for a conversation—I realised why men annoyed me so much. Because they thought I needed to be handled.
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