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This should be self-explanatory but apparently, I have to justify myself.
There's nothing more feminine than using a product on your body. Makeup is 100% feminine and by the same logic, so is wiping your ass. I haven't wiped my ass in about 4 years, and I've NEVER had any issues. My digestive system is in the top 1% in terms of regularity, functionality, and performance, and I've never once felt the need to "clean up" after myself.
If you ♥♥♥♥, and you need to wipe, you've got an emasculated GI tract and that's your own issue. Man up and get your ♥♥♥♥ (literally) together.
A gap between the thighs, emptiness. A blank space where there should be something to fill the void, but there's nothing.
Then a slit as if someone snipped the flesh with scissors. This gooey mess once it's widened just a little bit. It looks painful and infected, flesh rubbing on flesh, a mouth without teeth.
I don't understand it but something deep in me desires it and wants nothing more than to taste and touch it with every sensory instrument I own.
brb= better redistribute bread
lol= let's overthrow landlords
smh= seize means of production, hurry!
tbh= take back housing
stfu= support the factory union
tfw= tyranny-free workplaces
rofl= revolution's on for later?
idc= international democratic confederalism
btw= bourgeoisie trample workers