Fucking with a Feminist

I just can’t get this out of my head: “If you’ve never fucked with a feminist, you’ve never really fucked at all”. I just can’t get that out of my head. I don’t really believe in fundamental truths, I’m not even certain the sun will rise in a couple of hours (it’s 4.15 am as I am writing this), but this idea of my ex-partner keeps haunting my conscious. I cannot refute it. It feels good, it feels right, I know it is true. I thank God that I have. Amen.

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