Let's talk about the issues
with this world.
For example, do we even know
what privacy is?
Your business is none of my concern, ladies
and yet, here we go again.
Of course I would love to hear about that tampon
you're wearing for your menstrual cycle.
Oh, you're ovaries hurt?
Great, I was just dying to know.
Pusy, discharge, douche, lovely things to talk about,
I'm not uncomfortable at all.
Oh and don't get me started on you gentlemen.
That latest shag of yours was
just what I needed to hear about
in English class at eight am, riveting really.
Your most recent screw with that THOT just fascinates me.
Tell me more about how great the sex was
and how much of a slut she was.
How could anybody find that offensive or revolting?
Don't worry, I have nothing better to do
with my life than listen to your
tall tales about how big your cock is,
and how often you get laid.
My life is just yours to waste with
pointless conversations about
your feminine hygiene and frequent intercourse.
I don't hate these conversations at all.
But for the record, I do.
Women, periods don't vanish if you advertise them, deal with it.
And men, bragging won't get you laid anytime soon.
But hey, thanks for the nightmares anyway.