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192 pages, Kindle Edition
Published October 15, 2018
I think my weirdness is that I'm stubborn, talkative, I can be quite bubbly, and I like to think I would try everything at least once. Unless you're a dick, then I put my bitch face on to keep those kinds of people away.
Grabbing my phone, I go on Snapchat, using the head-flower filter, and do a stick-out tongue pose before typing, 'ready for my new life'.
"Really? Couldn't you wear a sweater? You see what I mean? How are we meant to live like this? She is walking around naked," he moans.
"You're wearing that?" Zeal [another harem dude] walks over to me. I nod, giving them a little twirl. "Like hell you are. I know you're wearing nothing underneath. Go back to your room and change. You know what kind of impression you'll give?
I did this to myself though, didn't I? I have dressed up in provocative clothing [---], I came to school wearing no underwear in a low-cut dress. It looks like I'm flirting with the male student body. What did I expect?
In my recent internet travels,
I stumbled across a visual that comments on rape culture:
six female forms are depicted in various states of dress,
from completely covered to totally naked.
Under each, the caption “not asking for it.”
Predictably, the citizens of Facebook responded,
“Of course naked ladies always wanna have sex!
Of course your outfit can mean you want to be raped.”
But in my experience,
one of the chief perks of having sex with an adult
is that if they want something, they can ask for it.
[---]
Stop asking people’s clothing to have sex with you,
and start asking people.