We girls too use cuss words while conversing among
ourselves. And that too, pretty generously. Some of us are really smart ones,
so we know how to improvise and play with a limited vocabulary. We too talk
about sex and masturbation and pornography and sexual fantasies. We talk about men as if they
are delicious sausage rolls with cheese filling (pun intended). We also talk about
being fed up with our men and ditching them and going on all girls trip. We too
talk about violence and politics and ambitions and hopes and lying and cheating
and being absolutely ruthless at times. Why do people think that women are
fragile flowers with pure souls that go to bed thinking about mushy romcoms and meatball recipe? We are
neither innocent nor frail. We can be as bad and twisted as any man. We see
blood coming out of our body every damn month and you think we would faint
if the kitchen knife slipped by an inch slicing our soft skin? Being a mother
does not make us noble. Being in love does not make us Cinderella. We do not need a knight in shining armour to come and save us. We
can save ourselves. Just like a vagina can endure much more than a fucking
testicle. And you know what makes a man truly a knight? When his balls are
strong enough to see through all of the above and realise the marvelous, majestic
creatures that we are. Never forget that if Aphrodite was the goddess of love and
beauty then it was Hera who was the first lady of them all.
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