What is it with these boys rushing to get into my vagina? Like sex is a glorified hand job. They don’t even consider the possibility of me not being ready for such an intimate act, five minutes after we met.
What is it with these boys who want to get into my body, but want nothing to do with my heart or my head. Like they’re three separate things.
But I don’t work that way. Everything is connected.
My body is not porn, an easy way to get to your orgasm. There is a person living in here. Don’t use me for your selfish needs. Don’t talk to me just because it’s Step 3 To Get In Someone’s Pants. Talk to me because you want to talk to me.
Don’t fuck me; I am not interested in being fucked. Instead have the balls to make love to me.
What is it with this man taking his time? Giving me time. Seeing me.
I have never wanted anyone more.
Ruth Van de steene 