“When I was eight, I was confused about being called ‘bossy’ because I wanted to direct the plays that we would put on for our parents. But the boys were not. When at 14, I started to be sexualized by certain elements of the media. When at 15, my girlfriends started dropping out of their beloved sports teams because they didn’t want to appear ‘muscle-y.’ When at 18, my males friends were unable to express their feelings; I decided that I was a feminist.”
I want to make you smile and I want to make you cum. I want to hold your hand and I want to hold your hips when you’re writhing. I want to make your eyes light up and I want to make them roll in the back of your head. I want to be your reason to wake up and your reason to stay in bed. I want to kiss your wounds and I want you to leave them on my back. I want to play with your hair while you sleep and I want to run my fingers through it when you’re on top of me. I want to go out for dinner with you and I want to go down on you. I want to feel you in my heart and I want to feel you inside of me. I want you Saturday night and and I want you Sunday morning. I want you in every form.